Canary stands up herself, seemingly too surprised to grab onto your hand. “…You’re… still in… Granitehill?”
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Drakor frowned. “I am not done with my search yet. There are many people for me to interview. In any case, the murder investigation took up much more time than I had initially plan-”
He blinked. “Ah, right. The dwarven lady of the militia was asking about you. As a witness, I think?”
She tilts her head. She doesn’t look that confused at the prospect, but her actually doing it seems to be another mental story. “A witness? Does she want me to… go talk to her?”
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Drakor winced. “Er… yes. And also… maybebethereforthetrial?”
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“the what”
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“Trial? Like the thing where they decide a verdict?”
Drakor did not sound like he especially knew what he was talking about.
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“…”
Canary sighs. The loudest sigh you’ve possibly heard. She doesn’t even try to hide how little she wants to go there. How uncomfortable that’d be, how nervous it’d make her.
“Do I…”
Need to? She thinks. But it’s a forgone conclusion by the look on the man’s face.
“…I’ll… be right there…”
“…”
“Uhm…”
{What should I… tell my parents?}
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{Could I just… run off and come back again? But I don’t really have an excuse… it’s gonna be a big talk and oh my god it’s gonna be a big talk i don’t want to be part of something major}
{…}
{But then I have to say goodbye to like everyone and what if there’s a big argument and what if they hate me what about the laundry the laundry has to dry anyway I’ll come back to it not getting hurt is more important how do I not get hated-}
Drakor, perhaps sensing her discomfort, politely pretended that she had given a coherent answer expressing some qualms about the trip. “If you like, I think you could consult with the militia lady about logistics.”
…either that, or he just wanted to regift the awkward conversation to someone else.
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{I need to… I need to say something and run and…}
{…}
{A martyr’s job is never finished!}
Canary slowly stands up and fakes a smile to Drakor, and waits for him to walk away after her previous comment of ‘only needing a few minutes’.
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Drakor, misinterpreting the silence and the smile as asking for clarification, continued on. “Logistics being the planning of the journey to and from the trial location, housing, food…”
He looked at Canary for any signs of recognition that she knew what he was talking about.
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He was blissfully unaware that Canary needed a few minutes, mostly because the player controlling his actions enjoys writing awkward conversations.
Also because she hadn’t said it aloud. That was a factor too.
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{Go away!!}
Canary’s awkward fake smile holding, she politely nods and repeats. “Just give me a minute! I need to do something first!”
(Drakor interpreted that literally)
(if this is how bad he is with an 11 i’m scared of when he rolls a 1)
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Drakor nodded, tapping his hood. “I’ll be over there.”
He walked towards a nearby tree, then leaned against it, facing away from the house.
I take a deep breath, and walk up to my parent’s home. And… knock.
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