"Yeah I'm pretty sure someone else took a fat stack of cash to give us your guildhall, which he doesn't own. We've already dispatched a knifecat to kick his ass about it but. Awkward."
Her ears flatten and point backward. Awkward as hell.
"Unless that mail says he does. Which is still awkward."
Elle squints at this woman, trying to work out whether or not this is either a joke or some weird attempt on some debtor's part to trick them into handing over the metaphorical keys without a fuss. But something about the genuinely befuddled look on the woman's face strikes her as too genuine to be an act. And besides, this wouldn't be the first time that some jackass or other had underestimated just how active Blackest Night still were and tried to get one over on them.
So instead... Elle just sighs and takes a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose with the unmistakable energy of someone trying to will away a stress headache.
"No, it doesn't. Or at least it shouldn't, because I still have trial by combat ownership of this place and no one's turned up to get their ass kicked lately." She says this so casually that it's impossible to tell whether or not she's serious. "So I guess that means you're shit out of luck."
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Her ears flatten and point backward. Awkward as hell.
"Unless that mail says he does. Which is still awkward."
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So instead... Elle just sighs and takes a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose with the unmistakable energy of someone trying to will away a stress headache.
"No, it doesn't. Or at least it shouldn't, because I still have trial by combat ownership of this place and no one's turned up to get their ass kicked lately." She says this so casually that it's impossible to tell whether or not she's serious. "So I guess that means you're shit out of luck."