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6/9/2025, 3:02:36 AM
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Turning around, you’re both shocked and surprised to see your brother accompanied by his wife walking toward you. You should have guessed your father wouldn’t dare to enter a haunt such as this. Not that long ago, you wouldn’t either. Though unlike you or him, your brother seems to be no stranger to run-down taverns filled with commoners… Perhaps that is a good trait in the crown prince.
With ease, the two of them slide into the booth across from you and your compatriots, Red with a serious and unexpressive face, a parallel to Alyssa, and your brother with a stupid-looking and dopey grin as he thanks the ex-cultist and dismisses her. Once she’s far enough away, he turns toward you, “Looks like my little sister finally entered her rebellious phase, thought it’d never happen myself!” Despite his words, you can sense no ill intent behind them.
“You owe me twenty gold.” Red states. Arthur laughs, but by her tone, you don’t think it’s a joke. Were they really betting on you?!
“Did Father send you?” You cut to the point, it’s too late to deal with your brother's buffoonery.
“Aha, about that.” Your brother says as he scratches the back of his neck, Marie nods like she just figured out something about him, “Mom and dad are still asleep, so we kinda intercepted your messenger. Relieved to find out she was telling the truth, though! Everyone’s been so worried about you recently.” You find that hard to believe, you are the most recent scandal of the family.
Red rolls her eyes, “You’re lucky we did. Doubt even with the drunk adventurers in here it’d be standin’ if he found out you were here?”
Alyssa blinks, “I don’t understand. Why would the king destroy this building if his daughter is inside?”
Red blinks back, “It’s- uh- figure o’ speech.”
Infuriatingly, both Marie and Arthur chuckle. You must separate these two as fast as possible. You do not find the thought of them being on the same “wavelength,” as Asher would put it, appealing. “Can we please get to business? This is a time-sensitive ordeal.” You all but beg.
“Sure thing, sis, though I can’t say I paid too much attention to what that priestess was saying after she mentioned where you are. So what is it exactly you wanted to tell our family?”
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Turning around, you’re both shocked and surprised to see your brother accompanied by his wife walking toward you. You should have guessed your father wouldn’t dare to enter a haunt such as this. Not that long ago, you wouldn’t either. Though unlike you or him, your brother seems to be no stranger to run-down taverns filled with commoners… Perhaps that is a good trait in the crown prince.
With ease, the two of them slide into the booth across from you and your compatriots, Red with a serious and unexpressive face, a parallel to Alyssa, and your brother with a stupid-looking and dopey grin as he thanks the ex-cultist and dismisses her. Once she’s far enough away, he turns toward you, “Looks like my little sister finally entered her rebellious phase, thought it’d never happen myself!” Despite his words, you can sense no ill intent behind them.
“You owe me twenty gold.” Red states. Arthur laughs, but by her tone, you don’t think it’s a joke. Were they really betting on you?!
“Did Father send you?” You cut to the point, it’s too late to deal with your brother's buffoonery.
“Aha, about that.” Your brother says as he scratches the back of his neck, Marie nods like she just figured out something about him, “Mom and dad are still asleep, so we kinda intercepted your messenger. Relieved to find out she was telling the truth, though! Everyone’s been so worried about you recently.” You find that hard to believe, you are the most recent scandal of the family.
Red rolls her eyes, “You’re lucky we did. Doubt even with the drunk adventurers in here it’d be standin’ if he found out you were here?”
Alyssa blinks, “I don’t understand. Why would the king destroy this building if his daughter is inside?”
Red blinks back, “It’s- uh- figure o’ speech.”
Infuriatingly, both Marie and Arthur chuckle. You must separate these two as fast as possible. You do not find the thought of them being on the same “wavelength,” as Asher would put it, appealing. “Can we please get to business? This is a time-sensitive ordeal.” You all but beg.
“Sure thing, sis, though I can’t say I paid too much attention to what that priestess was saying after she mentioned where you are. So what is it exactly you wanted to tell our family?”
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