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I can just picture Prixima, Seyena, Charlotte, Riven, and Ami all peeking around the corner at various heights to watch.
Someone, please, please draw this
I am simultaneously amazed and horrified by Haspen and his antics.
"Of course, take your time." With that, he bowed his head a little and then moved away to talk with some other soldiers.
"Hmm, do I will have something from letting you look at it? It is, as you said, just a 'piece of paper' after all. Feeling greedy?"
"Hello Christopher. It seems you were following me for some reason. Tell me, why? Miss me already?" His hand rested against the wall near Chris' left ear, the eyes looking at him and those lips forever locked in straight line of pokerface.
"Oh, isn't it Charlotte, hello! You seem to have terrible mood. Did you broke off with that Gregor guy?" "Yes, I have a question. Charles told me he is leaving Prixima's service, he said 'I'm not going to live on my father's grave'. What about you? I do hope you stay - Lady Prixima will need loyal, dutiful soldiers to protect her after his gruesome siege."
"You don't sound particularly sure about that 'loyalty to the castle' thing, darling. And I know what I'm saying!"
"...From what I gathered, he was overseeing the usual morning training session for the recruits. Then, the Berebians fell on us from the clouds... he was at the courtyard... even for him, three Wyvern Riders were too much." "Oh I won't mourn them. They did their job." With that, Ernest passed Christopher and went off somewhere. "No... I did told you up th- Oh. I'm sorry, I... I still not used to call your oldest brother a 'Captain'." Aaron looked away in awkward silence, unsure how to move the conversation. "...I'm really sorry, Gregor... my condolences."
"Oh, I don't need anything. I just wanted to give you this..." Ernest pulled out a scroll, tightly rolled and with a black wax seal. One of 'those' contracts. "...Unfortunately I learned that during the siege, I've lost some of my apprentices. So, as much as my heart would love to reward you for our cooperation, I think I will use that to hire replacements." For a brief moment, Ernest smiled, showing his steel-tipped teeth. "I hope you understand. Now, I won't be keeping you here. Don't die out there." He hid the contract back between folds of his robe. "Phew! It would be terrible to learn that guys who saved my life once got killed shortly afterwards. Do you know how many of you guys will be going off this damned place? I thought about staying with that Gregor guy, or maybe Charlotte girl, and I think others would like a lift somewhere nearby as well." "I understand that you are upset. You father's death wasn't in vain, his courage helped many of the trainees to escape. And you should know that your brothers got through this bloody mess in good shape. Just few bruises and scratches." "I'm sorry for your loss. But we all knew that one day, he might die at his post."
