Alynna: So guys, what do we do?
Rook: About what?
Alynna: My cameras were all broken! Someone broke into my storage and from the looks of it took a Devil's Nail to all my camera equipment. I found one intact, but it keeps spitting out error codes.
Barnaby: Do you have any idea who could have done this?
Alynna: Oh, I know who did it. The only bitter corner in our love pentagon.
Barnaby: ...what? Isn't it 'triangle'?
Alynna: Not when there're five people in it.
Barnaby: Five? ...I count four. Love Square.
Rook: So who did it?
Alynna: I think it was Ser Jerrome.
Barnaby: Why would he do this to you? I get that he's bitter, but... to effectively destroy your favorite hobby? Was he truly that upset?
Alynna: He knew I had pictures of him.
Rook: ...what kind of pictures?
Alynna: If you have to ask...
Barnaby: You said you deleted all of those.
Alynna: I deleted some of them, but I've got like... hundreds of photos to sift through. *Had hundreds of photos to sift through. Ugh, all those memories, just... smashed into little bits.
Rook: Chin up, Mistress. I will travel to the Waycastle posthaste and retrieve our vandal!
Alynna: And how will you do that? You're a level 6 mage, and he's a hardened soldier. Extremely hardened. With a big sword and a--
Barnaby: Stop that.
Alynna: I forget where I was going with that. Really, though. You can't bring him in on your own.
Rook: Can too. I know fire boon. I'll just... boon the hell out of everything.
Barnaby: Set fire to his hair. That'll get him to talk.
Alynna: No, don't do that! I'll think of something, just hang on.
Barnaby: Didn't you say there was a thief terrorizing the shops here?
Alynna: Oh, Pike? Yeah, it's not him.
Barnaby: How can you be sure?
Alynna: He steals for money. My cameras would have been fenced at the Black Cat, not in tiny pieces on the floor.
Barnaby: ...Carcharoth? I assume you have ...photos of him too?
Alynna: He wouldn't have had to break in, he knows the combination to the lock on the door.
Barnaby: And why does he know it?
Alynna: Because I told him. He needed somewhere to store all his Best Beard in Gransys trophies until the carpenters made him a trophy case to hold them all.
Barnaby: That one I'll give you.
Rook: Is there anyone else besides Ser Jerrome that it could be?
Barnaby: ...Shinon?
Alynna: What?
Barnaby: You'd been taking quite a few pictures of Zihark lately. Maybe he's gotten jealous.
Alynna: ...Oh, I don't think...
Barnaby: Does he know your storage combination?
Alynna: No. He'd have me cleaned out of oil in a second.
Barnaby: Were you missing any oil?
Alynna: I didn't bother to look, I just saw all my cameras smashed and I ran out of there screaming. It can't be Shinon, though. He loves cameras. It's mostly pictures of him on those things and he knows it.
Barnaby: Yeah, I don't think he'd trash pictures of himself.
Alynna: It has to be Jerrome. It HAS to be. If it isn't, the world will make a lot less sense to me.
Barnaby: How about we go up to the waycastle tomorrow and ask him?
Rook: Hey, I offered--
Alynna: Yeah. I think that's best.
Rook: I'm tellin' ya, I'll fix him good.
Alynna: Eat your spaghetti, Rook.
Rook: I don't like it.
Alynna: You wanted spaghetti!
Rook: I don't like these... round things.
Alynna: They're meatballs, just eat around them.
Rook: *grumbles* even Valmiro makes better spaghetti...
Alynna: What was that?
Rook: What was what?
Barnaby: I believe he insulted your culinary skills.
Alynna: Valmiro makes better spaghetti because there's so much greenwarish in the sauce, you're as high as a kite after like three bites.
Rook: *points to barnaby* How come he gets fish and I don't?
Alynna: ...again, you asked for spaghetti.
Rook: Well if I'd known it'd have these gross chunks in it, I would've asked for fish.
Alynna: *tosses Rook a few coins* Here, go get yourself something at the Alehouse if you're that fussy. Just be back before dark, young man.
*Rook takes the coins and leaves with a wide grin*
Barnaby: Why does he live here again?
Alynna: Mostly pity. Some undeniable sexual attraction, but mostly pity. Like... 98% pity.
Barnaby: ...I'm thinking that dream you had has some basis in reality.
Alynna: NIGHTMARE, and NO. Sure, Rook's hotter than a hundred suns, but other than that? Ick. Can't even cast High Brontide.
Barnaby: He's... "hot"?
Alynna: Sorry, B, but on the chart of hotness, Rook's like *raises hand high* up here, then there's you. *lowers hand slightly* Nobody's competing with Rook.
Barnaby: I was not aware you were attracted to him.
Alynna: He's physically perfect, but I'm not *attracted* to him. Plus he's way out of my league so why waste time thinking about it?
Barnaby: ...You consider Rook to be the apex of male pawn beauty?
Alynna: Everyone does. Aren't you the head of the pawn guild? Surely you knew this.
Barnaby: ...I thought all those 5-star ratings he got were jokes, to be honest.
Alynna: They aren't.
Barnaby: And... how does Shinon feel about this? Being physically inferior to a level 6 mage?
Alynna: He's come to terms with it, finally. He can take pride in the fact that even he's a better mage than Rook, even if he isn't as good looking.
Barnaby:...I get it! I GET IT! I'm dreaming now, right? This is my weird nightmare thing! *pinches himself, nothing changes*
Alynna: Oh, honey, don't get upset. For what it's worth, I'd much rather marry you and become a pariah than make out with Rook. He's not even that great a kisser.
Barnaby:...And how do you know this?
Alynna:...was that the oven? I think the baked harspuds are done. *gets up and leaves*
Barnaby: WE DON'T HAVE AN OVEN!
Retour en haut
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I may eventually do that if it's the only way. Too bad I hadn't realized how easy it was to create new GTs way back when, sigh. I don't know; it just wouldn't feel right, though, creating a whole new Arya or Seel and transferring all their stuff. So much blood sweat and tears went into purifying everything but a pair of oblivion gauntlets for Seel lol or the fact that Arya still doesn't have a hellfire cloak or a lvl 3 2h sword. Like it just wouldn't feel right restarting. Plus I worked hard finding lvl 3 gear for Seel that had good attributes, and none of that stuff can be transferred. What a massive bummer. 
Oh ho boy, Kelly in a dress, can't wait to see that 
