Shady

“…oh.” Shit. Jerica nodded. She should run her mouth less. Perpetually.

Jerica blinked, looking between them. “What? … you know them?”

(Oh shit) “Well, not now,” Jerica said. “She’s with Ash now. But that’s why they’re still fighting and shit.”

“He sold his own daughter to Tarr,” Jerica said. “A fourteen year old girl. To a complete brute. Because he was scared of his big bubby.”

That was a bit too far. “I mean, Loquitur sold his own daughter. They’re both kind of shit.”

Jerica nodded encouragingly, taking it all in. She was all about noble slander.

Ohoho. The tea. Jerica was all about it. “Oh yeah?”

“As if either of them ever put in an honest day’s work in their life,” she scoffed.

Jerica wrinkled her nose. “Gross.”

She forgot, briefly, that she’d been pretending not to be and was a little surprised at the insult. But then she raised an eyebrow. “And what nobles do you know?”

“I mean, if you’re gonna sell ‘em like you do then it’s for work so boring is fine. No point in me doing it, though,” she pointed out. “I’m just ...

“Mm.” She grunted. “Seems like a more boring version.”

“It’s not hunting if you use a snare,” Jerica scoffed.

(Thanks! You too ^^) Jerica nodded. “Can I get them all with a bow from horseback?”

(Sounds good! My boss is claiming tomorrow will be “an early day” and then clarified by which he meant “closer to 8 than the 11 we worked today” lol and ...