Arcaea/Dining Hall Late 08-09/Kirstyn the Konfident

"Men!" she hissed, bumping along the road. "I can out-box, out-fight, out-drink, out-swear, out-...out-everything him, and still...had to beg and plead just to have a stupid archer troop."

She looked over her shoulder at the bowmen running to keep pace with her.

"And only to defend the city...can't even go fight!"

She kneed the flanks of the horse brusquely, causes it to surge forward.

"Well, we'll see about that," she said. "I'm seventeen now, after all."

Kirstyn Tomarsen (Noble)

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"You found out the orders?" Kirstyn asked her sergeant quietly.

"Yes, m'lady. Chatted with one of the men from your brother's troop, while we were looting," he answered.

"Deathwyrm was looting?" she asked in amazement. "What did he take?"

There was a moment of embarrassed silence before the sergeant answered.

"Well, uhm, ... they did seem to get some gold...but, mainly, he seemed interested in some of the...some of the shop's...signs, m'lady."

Unable to hold back her laughter, she sprayed him with a fine mist of beer.

Kirstyn Tomarsen (Noble)

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