RE: The Ballad of Adler Young, Canto 2.5
01-16-2020, 04:34 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-16-2020, 07:45 AM by typeandkey.)
>Merc: Oh, my mistake. You're a full grown woman then? You know, Randall is a very masculine name for a woman.
>Adler: Your eye begins twitching and you silently fume.
>Mercs: "Are you sure she's telling the truth?" "She must be, all the old stories say 'elves do not lie'." "I thought it was 'elves don't fry'." "Oh, that would be a very sad existence. I love fried food" "I'm pretty sure it's 'elves don't pry'." "That's definitely not it, elves pry into people's business all the time in the stories." "No-no. You're all mistaken, I definitely remember reading 'elves don't fly'." Everyone nods in agreement, that must be it. Stands to reason.
>Adler: Screech again. You are not a little girl or a woman! You are a super masculine elf MAN! Are these lowfolk here to work for you or not!?
>Mercs: Well, that depends. What's the pay? Are there benefits? Dental? What about vacation time? What are the hours like? Does he support the Mercenaries Union? You are all experienced, valuable workmen with skills that are in very high demand in a very competitive field. There are many employers that would jump at the opportunity to have you. What does Lord Randall bring to the table that none of your other potential contracts do?
>Adler: Blink. You don't understand anything they're talking about.
>Rowan: Step forward. You've seen your father negotiate like this hundreds of times. You know what they're asking for. Begin speaking legal and monetary jargon with the mercs for negotiation.
>Adler: As you stand there watching all these lowfolk talk about things you don't understand, you suddenly feel like the world has left you and everything you care about far behind.
>Adler: Your eye begins twitching and you silently fume.
>Mercs: "Are you sure she's telling the truth?" "She must be, all the old stories say 'elves do not lie'." "I thought it was 'elves don't fry'." "Oh, that would be a very sad existence. I love fried food" "I'm pretty sure it's 'elves don't pry'." "That's definitely not it, elves pry into people's business all the time in the stories." "No-no. You're all mistaken, I definitely remember reading 'elves don't fly'." Everyone nods in agreement, that must be it. Stands to reason.
>Adler: Screech again. You are not a little girl or a woman! You are a super masculine elf MAN! Are these lowfolk here to work for you or not!?
>Mercs: Well, that depends. What's the pay? Are there benefits? Dental? What about vacation time? What are the hours like? Does he support the Mercenaries Union? You are all experienced, valuable workmen with skills that are in very high demand in a very competitive field. There are many employers that would jump at the opportunity to have you. What does Lord Randall bring to the table that none of your other potential contracts do?
>Adler: Blink. You don't understand anything they're talking about.
>Rowan: Step forward. You've seen your father negotiate like this hundreds of times. You know what they're asking for. Begin speaking legal and monetary jargon with the mercs for negotiation.
>Adler: As you stand there watching all these lowfolk talk about things you don't understand, you suddenly feel like the world has left you and everything you care about far behind.