Sitting awkwardly on the edge of Sereena’s
bed, Marlon fidgets as he listens to her ongoing rant.
“I can’t believe that barbarian oaf took
the ring for himself! It was perfect for me and he didn’t even really want it;
he just didn’t want me to have it! I tell you Marlon, they don’t respect us at
all!”
Sensing an opportunity to defend his other
friends, Marlon interrupts.
“Well, they did give me this amazing,
magical Long sword.”
“True.” Agrees Sereena begrudgingly.
“And they gave that magical, bashing shield
to Demitass.”
“Also true.” Sereena concedes again,
allowing her bulky friend to continue.
“And those nice Fhalarlarians gave you that
beautiful magical cape thingy.”
“Also true.”
Sereena pouts silently for a moment.
“Yes but… But this cloak was a reward from
Bastien’s masters, not our ‘glorious’ leaders… And haven’t you spent months
training with War-hammers? Despite its greater magic, I doubt it’s granting you
much of a benefit… And ‘brave’ Demitasse won’t be able to use that shield to
bash without giving up its protection. Something I can’t imagine he’d be
willing to do…”
Marlon sighs and settles back, waiting for
his beautiful friend's temper to abate.
Serena conveniently forgetting the wand of lightning bolts, the glove of storing and the magical returning dagger :\
ReplyDeleteIn Volkon's defence, he is a chaotic-neutral character, and would be playing to type ;)
She's a typical teenage, narcissistic, spoilt, dragon-blooded, little princess!
ReplyDelete:)