Frankie enjoyed spending time with dwarves. They all had a unique perspective and not because of their lack of height. No. In many cases, they often saw things others didn’t and called it out. In comparison, the Vints were not often as trustworthy. They’d rather flatter and flaunt ancient magics and dazzle their neighbours before attempting a stab to the back. In some respects, they were so wholly predictable that Francesco paid them no real mind. Lesser men could deal with them.
Then the sneaky fuckers put up a barrier. The egg on all their faces, it was an embarrassment they had to bear while scrambling to deal with what else. Never trust a God damn Vint. They refused to share, even if it meant damning the rest of them. A lot could have been avoided if others had the knowledge to protect, even temporary, their key assets. Instead Orlais had been nearly overrun, the tide was turning, but things were still too changeable for the Antivan to hedge all bets on them all seeing it through.
[color=#c14700]“True, but then all they need to do is look to my Kingdom.”[/color] He wouldn’t shy away from the fact that Antiva had its own form of slavery. [color=#c14700]“One day,”[/color] he started, picking up his glass again to take a swig,[color=#c14700] “one day, there will be no Talon’s. Or, at the very least, they will be very, very different.” [/color]
Fortunately, Garryn helped shift the mood of melancholy to something more akin to stately gossip. Leaning on the arm, his head rested against the palm while the other tilted the glass back and forth. [color=#c14700]“No idea,”[/color] his brows shrugged, then steepled, realising something. [color=#c14700]“...Is that why I ended up with no pants last time? You.. stopped drinking and left.”[/color] He was shocked. Not really, he was a sensible lad and Frankie wasn’t the most well-behaved guest sometimes. Lifting his head, he’d wiggle his finger at Garryn,[color=#c14700] “Naughty, but it shows promise.” [/color]
Then the sneaky fuckers put up a barrier. The egg on all their faces, it was an embarrassment they had to bear while scrambling to deal with what else. Never trust a God damn Vint. They refused to share, even if it meant damning the rest of them. A lot could have been avoided if others had the knowledge to protect, even temporary, their key assets. Instead Orlais had been nearly overrun, the tide was turning, but things were still too changeable for the Antivan to hedge all bets on them all seeing it through.
[color=#c14700]“True, but then all they need to do is look to my Kingdom.”[/color] He wouldn’t shy away from the fact that Antiva had its own form of slavery. [color=#c14700]“One day,”[/color] he started, picking up his glass again to take a swig,[color=#c14700] “one day, there will be no Talon’s. Or, at the very least, they will be very, very different.” [/color]
Fortunately, Garryn helped shift the mood of melancholy to something more akin to stately gossip. Leaning on the arm, his head rested against the palm while the other tilted the glass back and forth. [color=#c14700]“No idea,”[/color] his brows shrugged, then steepled, realising something. [color=#c14700]“...Is that why I ended up with no pants last time? You.. stopped drinking and left.”[/color] He was shocked. Not really, he was a sensible lad and Frankie wasn’t the most well-behaved guest sometimes. Lifting his head, he’d wiggle his finger at Garryn,[color=#c14700] “Naughty, but it shows promise.” [/color]
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