If they tell my story
I am either gonna die on the battlefield in glory
Morgan paused, then before she could hide it, an amused smile spread across her face; it only took her a moment to quell it but she knew Neron would have seen. This was what really infuriated her about him: she liked him, and found he was often her intellectual equal in a way that she felt few people around her often were. "...I suppose you're right." She finally said, managing to restrain her voice to be as flat as possible.
She really hadn't wanted this to be a conversation, a chat, but something made her stay, made her lean back just a little in the chair. "Your brother owned a tavern? From what I've heard about your family, that hardly sounds like the expected sort of occupation." From the Launceleyns tales (and entitlement to positions of power), Morgan had assumed they came from a long line of important positions in government or powerful guilds. "I was surprised to hear you'd let yourself fall so low, after having such a magnificent palace made in your honour when you first arrived." Her voice dripped with sarcasm and she fixed Neron with a dry look.
She really hadn't wanted this to be a conversation, a chat, but something made her stay, made her lean back just a little in the chair. "Your brother owned a tavern? From what I've heard about your family, that hardly sounds like the expected sort of occupation." From the Launceleyns tales (and entitlement to positions of power), Morgan had assumed they came from a long line of important positions in government or powerful guilds. "I was surprised to hear you'd let yourself fall so low, after having such a magnificent palace made in your honour when you first arrived." Her voice dripped with sarcasm and she fixed Neron with a dry look.
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