#bergen_county

"Well... with what she did..." A frown. "I'm not sad she's dead. I've killed monsters, and killed chimerically..."

"I would have done it. If no one else had. If I could have gotten away with it. If I hadn't been distracted." A small grimace. And... truth. "But putting that kind of request or pressure on someone. It may be the type of slug manipulation we're good at. But it's not something friends do."

"Well... I'll accept your apology, but, like.. I understand wanting her stopped. And wanting her to pay. I get being angry."

"If I'd taken time to think before reporting back, I'd have cooled my heels and not been so... quick to speak. I'm a bit of a shitty slug in that regard. It's like, what the Ents would call being 'hasty'. And I gotta work on it."

And a wry expression. "A skilled slug would plant the idea without you even realizing it came from me. But not to my own comrades, y'know?"

"Well, I won't speak on sluagh skills."

"I mean, you know what Troll Subtle looks like."

A grin, trying to cheer him up.

He arcs a rather weak brow. (Yeah)

His accent is TERRIBLE.

"Hey!"

He snickers. "We cool though?"

"Well, sure. You're my best friend."

He grins and holds up a fist for a bump

A very gentle bump.

"If I do something like that again? Call me on it. ...uh, in private though, if ya can, I gotta keep my cool image. And... thanks for the tip about the masks. I'd pay good dross for one for Ann Marie... and more if they can make it work for a mortal." This last, a little softer. He looks concerned, but shrugs it away. "You think Nadine will check into it? You don't gotta say it's for me."

"Well, I can ask - if not her, maybe someone else can do it?"

"Or one of those Dougal or nockers up north."

He nods, and runs a hand through his dank locks, a little bashfully. "I just worry about them, you know? They don't have the sense of a slug to know when to hunker down. Your dad could use one, too. He's Essential at the store, I bet, but too many people going in and out. If we could find a way to make them, there would be good money... " Then a shrug. "Nah, just... there would be a lot of good they could do."

"Lots of people to protect."

A nod. and his cheeks go greyish-bruised looking. "Trolls rub off on you after a while. " He shrugs. "Catch you later? And tell your Squire..." A shake of his head, "That's still weird sounding... tell him about the dead things, I'll take whatever he finds."

"I'll do that. And it's still weird on this end...like... I'm barely a knight.."

"You're a hell of a barely knight. Don't forget, I've been on all you're best adventures, so you can't pretend like I ain't seen you knighting the shit out of things."

Snort-grin.

And he waves. "Night, Knight." And is on his way off home.

"Ha. Night, Sy."

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