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crystal

[sprent]

Did you draw those little pictures on the posters you put up?

[extortionate]

Yep. [ wait, ] Not th'ones on the back.

[ an advertisement for the opera, a broadsheet agitating against tevene immigrants, someone's funeral notice — shit art, all of it ]

real lol

[sprent]

You're very good! (Hands are tricky!) Do you take commissions?

[extortionate]

[ there's a pause, slight; someone nearer the ramparts might spy his forehead scrunching up in thought. uncharacteristic caution: ]

Thanks, [ is she fucking with him ] Sure. What're you looking for?

[sprent]

(Not at all.)

A portrait of somebody else, to give as a gift. What do you think?

[extortionate]

Think 's a helluva gift. [ approving ] You got a reference?

[sprent]

(Sadly,) I don't, I was — Ellie has left.

crystal

[untiltheyarent]

Have you ever cleaned vomit from between flagstones, Messere?

[extortionate]

[ give it some thought — ]

Nope. Y'want it out of a horse mane, though, what you need's a good comb.

[extortionate]

[ a low, considering rumble. didn't really know the girl; seen her face plenty, but that shit don't ever stick so well as you'd want. ]

How 'bout this. I start, then we try some options — couple noses, couple eyes, what all. We put them together until it looks closer. Go a few rounds from that. Like they do for bounty posters.

[untiltheyarent]

I'm offering you a job, per your posting.

[sprent]

(A soft huff of laughter.) Alright. That sounds good to me.

I could come describe her to you, if it would help.

[extortionate]

Sure. Who puked?

[ if it's a griffon, he's charging double ]

crystal;

[grindset]

Here's a thought,

[sounds like an idea's casual attempt to express itself while busy hands are taking up most of the mind's computing power.

The following pause just... keeps going...]

[extortionate]

You get sucked back in that Rift? 'Cause I don't wanna break it to Stallion.

[grindset]

[Just a little longer,

and then,

the sound of one smallish hand tool being set down on the table, and another lifting in exchange.]

If you keep pictures of him, too, I don't want to hear about it.

[extortionate]

Got the tits for it. What's on?

[grindset]

Your clock.

[That's a freebie.]

All three towers are in various states of construction. This would be the ideal time to consider an upgrade.

[extortionate]

Your dwarf friend, she in with the guilds?

[ if they make plans, or lay hands on some, merchants’ll still charge a fucking fortune to cut the bits ]

[grindset]

She's an ascendant, yes. No experience in building construction, herself, but she may know someone who knows someone. Fortunately, the, ehh... the ignition event hasn't done much damage to her reputation.

[extortionate]

The what?

[grindset]

Yes, you're very funny.

We've had to pull out of her workshop for now.

[extortionate]

She pissed at you?

[grindset]

Ehhh, [sounds like maybe a little, but then,] yes. But in the way you still congratulate someone and tell them you'll talk later as you're kicking them out. More like... angry that she was startled.

[Should he tell him? He wants to tell someone so badly—]

[extortionate]

She'll come 'round. Get her something nice, tell her you thought on it special.

[ this is possibly not sound relationship advice ]

Congratulations,

[ on whatever ]