Even as the drunken dwarf finished his slurred, ill composed thought I saw climbing to my feet. His previous words, however, had struck a chord in me. have yer ever tried achieving anything without violence?
"Dwarves are not exactly known for their tact, you fool. And to be brutally honest, from what I've seen of you, this is the only form of behavior you lot do understand."
I was angry now...only it was a different sort of anger than before. I wasn't worried about gaining Harris' approval any longer, nor the fact that these three had nearly cost us the chance to ally ourselves with a powerful force. It wasn't even the fact that dwarf fought like a coward, waiting until I had turned my back before attacking.
"Where were you, dwarf, when Valin's outburst almost cost us this one chance at success? When I stayed in the room, to speak with Harris...you left. To drink. When I stayed, to talk Harris down, to convince her to NOT go against orders and have us thrown out...you were into your second bottle already. Never, ever lecture me about diplomacy."
I had had enough. I no longer cared about the dwarf, about Henry...not even about the ranger, Sirloaz, who had done nothing to invite my anger. Even as he sat on the ground, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down his face, I felt no emotion toward him. Is there any soul in there at all?
"If you have no intention of following the rules Harris has set, you will leave or be FORCED to leave," I said over my shoulder. "We have taken up residence in the officer's quarters, who have been kind enough to allow us to use them."
I stepped back a few paces, to leave a good distance between myself and the dwarf, then turned around--and almost ran into Adrian.
"Seraph!" he said, too loudly.
"What is it."
He snapped off a quick (and sloppy) salute, then said, "We're being duped."
I narrowed my eyebrows. "Explain yourself."
He nodded and said, "Yes sir. Harris has ordered that we be given special treatment. A feast, booze, the officer's quarters..."
"I was told that the officers had given up their quarters voluntarily."
"Yes sir, if by voluntarily they mean ordered to under penalty of court marshall."
I had to smile inwardly at that. "I see," was all I said.
I thought a moment, put a hand on Adrian's shoulder. He twitched at the icy touch of the tattoos, but held my gaze.
"Listen, Adrian. I need you to do me something."
"...Sure, no problem."
"Be friendly. Regardless of what the soldiers say to you, be grateful. We need to show these men that we are legitemate soldiers. Prove to them we are worthy to work with them."
"But...they hate us."
"Be better than they are. We HAVE to make this work, or the elven army WILL overrun this outpost. They have more soldiers, better arms, and backup."
"I'll try, Seraph.."
"And keep an eye on those three," I said, jerking my thumb over my shoulder. He twitched slightly at my movement.
"Got it."
I patted him on the shoulder as I walked past, back toward the officer's quarters where we would be staying.
"If anyone needs me...I'll have turned in for the night."
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