"Fuck knows." Lazar tips the boot overhand. Dirt trickles out. "Go back enough, all that shite ends up the Place or the People."
That's language for you.
"But you ever meet some big bastard with scars down his face, might be playing he's Orth." A doubtful grunt. "Kicked Ma when she knocked up with a Chanter."
A thunk of the sole. Again, and a bit of tooth bounces free —
"I'm sure you're supposed to be speaking Trade, but I have no idea what you're talking about."
The words are all words he knows, but arranged in such a fucked way that he's still barely able to follow along. What in the fuck does playing mean in this context. Who kicked Lazar's mother, and is it literal or figurative kicking. He can't possibly be implying any large, scarred human could only be from the Orthlands, but what the fuck else he could be saying Talin truly has no idea. Why is he the one having trouble understanding a human?
"I can talk around you too, shem," he says in elvhen, snappish. He's frustrated with Lazar, but even more frustrated with himself for being so bothered.
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That's language for you.
"But you ever meet some big bastard with scars down his face, might be playing he's Orth." A doubtful grunt. "Kicked Ma when she knocked up with a Chanter."
A thunk of the sole. Again, and a bit of tooth bounces free —
(Lions. Messy cunts.)
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"I'm sure you're supposed to be speaking Trade, but I have no idea what you're talking about."
The words are all words he knows, but arranged in such a fucked way that he's still barely able to follow along. What in the fuck does playing mean in this context. Who kicked Lazar's mother, and is it literal or figurative kicking. He can't possibly be implying any large, scarred human could only be from the Orthlands, but what the fuck else he could be saying Talin truly has no idea. Why is he the one having trouble understanding a human?
"I can talk around you too, shem," he says in elvhen, snappish. He's frustrated with Lazar, but even more frustrated with himself for being so bothered.
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"Don't be a tit." Lazar strands. Stretches out his back. "I'm taking a bath."
A clear hour for the elf to sort himself. Young mercs, always the same.