Rance accepts the water, trading one glass for another. Sunjata’s amusement is the sort Rance is used to seeing from farmers who have been through too many tough winters, or the tradesfolk who travel through fae territory instead of around it. This man has been fucked over enough times that finding dark humor in those situations is just a part of living with them. It wasn’t so much that they were unphased by it, but that they knew enough to at least know how to deal with what might come at them.
Unsurprisingly, this makes Rance even more impressed with him. He always was turned on by competence.
“Should I be glad that this ‘Voice’ escaped?” He doesn’t have enough information to judge on his own, though Sunjata’s wording is ominous. “Also, sounds like everyone’ll be out of here come next season, if they know what’s good for them. Will I still have a job?” With this, Rance’s own crooked smile returns, though it’s with the knowledge that, since coin wasn’t necessarily needed to survive, the favor Sunjata was doing him by somehow letting him ‘keep’ their bargain was providing a point of stability. As small as it was, if they were all going to have to run for the hills as soon as the weather got cold.
Unsurprisingly, this makes Rance even more impressed with him. He always was turned on by competence.
“Should I be glad that this ‘Voice’ escaped?” He doesn’t have enough information to judge on his own, though Sunjata’s wording is ominous. “Also, sounds like everyone’ll be out of here come next season, if they know what’s good for them. Will I still have a job?” With this, Rance’s own crooked smile returns, though it’s with the knowledge that, since coin wasn’t necessarily needed to survive, the favor Sunjata was doing him by somehow letting him ‘keep’ their bargain was providing a point of stability. As small as it was, if they were all going to have to run for the hills as soon as the weather got cold.
