Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-3293219-20140204213953

I never get gifts... Nepht thought as she slouched on the table, while her friend walked away.

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Lott was in the washroom, he had spent several minutes over the wash basin, washing some of the dirt out of his face. Ganlas stood behind him, ever loyal as he waited for his friend to finish 'powdering his nose' or whatever.

"They're going to think that you fell in, if you don't make an appearance. I mean... there's fashionably late, then there's..."

"Sorry, I just..." He stopped himself, it had been so long since he sat at a table and drank with someone. He felt lonely but at least being lonely was familiar...

"Look, they're covered in dirt and ogre bile, you aren't going to a count's banquit or having tea with the emporer on the patio."

"I know but... I just don't want to annoy them or make them uncomfortable..."

"So... you're going to hide up here and talk to yourself? That'll put them at ease..."

Lott looked up and sighed, Ganlas was right as always...

He dried his face and patted his friend on the arm, before walking downstairs and joining the others.