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"And you thought Finmer was dead?!"
2 years ago
General
Acting Mayor Canbell sneers derisively, as if the very thought is unknowable to her. She wobbles a little, then, somewhat uncertain on her feet before crashing back down into her seat. At first, you assumed it might have been exhaustion removing her inhibitions, though in truth, the amber liquid swirling around in the short glass she's holding is in all likelihood also involved.
"Ridiculous. It is plain to see; we have made so many renovations and improvements to our humble little sea-side home, it would make those bumbling idiots over at the City of Stiegal's city council shiver in jealousy." The snow leopardess toasts to that thought, raising a glass to no one in particular. When she finds said glass to be empty once more, however, she grumbles in poorly concealed disappointment and all but drops the vessel on the table. That annoyance soon turns to a sly smirk when she almost laughs at her own joke.
"No, no," she continues, "we've got HUGE plans poppin' off, you know, any second now. High time we got an UPDATE to our little town's infras-urggh. Maybe NEXT we'll host a party every WEEK, hrrrrpp."
The new title weighs hard on her. Or perhaps she is celebrating in her own way - it is hard to tell. After 'the incident' happened a few days ago, the town of North Finmer had been thrown into disarray. To her credit, the assistant-turned-administrator had done a respectable job in preventing all trade in and out of town from shutting down completely, albeit at the cost of a few sleepless nights. So when she sits by her lonesome on a chair in a comfy corner of your establishment, well into the quiet hours, you feel obligated to provide what little comfort you can, from one tired laborer to another.
"Ah, you know, Ed-grrrd," she slurs, "I've always wanted to be Mayor, really. Drrrrream job, yup. But I never knew... jushh how much paperwork she did on her own. How does Iso deal with this shit?" The white-furred feline rests her head on her paws with a heavy sigh. "Noisy people. So many signatuhhhhs."
You run your paw through the fur on your head, feeling a little exasperated, not knowing quite the right words to console the friend sitting across from you. Usually Canbell held her liquor quite well, but then again, she had been consuming a lot of it. In the moment you had looked away to consider the situation, she'd dozed right off, snoring softly. Probably for the best; more was only going to make things worse.
Rising from your chair, you wrap your arms around the soundly-snoozing leopardess, gently lifting her from her seated sleeping position, intent on giving her the privacy she deserves. At least a quiet rest in a proper bed, as opposed to awkwardly hunching over some ugly oak table all night, should do her some good. The horde of angry merchants could wait a few hours longer.
"Ridiculous. It is plain to see; we have made so many renovations and improvements to our humble little sea-side home, it would make those bumbling idiots over at the City of Stiegal's city council shiver in jealousy." The snow leopardess toasts to that thought, raising a glass to no one in particular. When she finds said glass to be empty once more, however, she grumbles in poorly concealed disappointment and all but drops the vessel on the table. That annoyance soon turns to a sly smirk when she almost laughs at her own joke.
"No, no," she continues, "we've got HUGE plans poppin' off, you know, any second now. High time we got an UPDATE to our little town's infras-urggh. Maybe NEXT we'll host a party every WEEK, hrrrrpp."
The new title weighs hard on her. Or perhaps she is celebrating in her own way - it is hard to tell. After 'the incident' happened a few days ago, the town of North Finmer had been thrown into disarray. To her credit, the assistant-turned-administrator had done a respectable job in preventing all trade in and out of town from shutting down completely, albeit at the cost of a few sleepless nights. So when she sits by her lonesome on a chair in a comfy corner of your establishment, well into the quiet hours, you feel obligated to provide what little comfort you can, from one tired laborer to another.
"Ah, you know, Ed-grrrd," she slurs, "I've always wanted to be Mayor, really. Drrrrream job, yup. But I never knew... jushh how much paperwork she did on her own. How does Iso deal with this shit?" The white-furred feline rests her head on her paws with a heavy sigh. "Noisy people. So many signatuhhhhs."
You run your paw through the fur on your head, feeling a little exasperated, not knowing quite the right words to console the friend sitting across from you. Usually Canbell held her liquor quite well, but then again, she had been consuming a lot of it. In the moment you had looked away to consider the situation, she'd dozed right off, snoring softly. Probably for the best; more was only going to make things worse.
Rising from your chair, you wrap your arms around the soundly-snoozing leopardess, gently lifting her from her seated sleeping position, intent on giving her the privacy she deserves. At least a quiet rest in a proper bed, as opposed to awkwardly hunching over some ugly oak table all night, should do her some good. The horde of angry merchants could wait a few hours longer.
Yus! <3