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crystal | letter | cease and desist notices slipped under her door | action

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[rathercommon]

"Yeah?" She crosses her arms, jaw jutting out stubbornly. "And what did I do to earn this great gift, then?"

[saam]

"You answered honestly," she says, now shrugging. This is eating up her patience. "Which is all I ever asked."

[rathercommon]

She didn't, though. Not really. Oh, sure, she answered the questions posed to her, but the answers weren't really in the spirit of it all. I've made contact with and have a network of Tevinter freedom fighters, that's probably relevant for this woman. And she's almost furious enough to snarl about it to her - But no. She's learned more caution than that.

So instead, she just tosses her head and spits, "Sure. Whatever." Then - "My time doesn't get bought. Least of all bought with your cast-off swill. So you can keep it."

[saam]

Alright, that's enough. There's a point where being nice is rolling over and taking it, and they're getting pretty fucking close to that.

"Let me make some shit clear," and there isn't anger in her voice, so much as tired disappointment.

"I don't fucking buy people. I don't buy their time. I ask, and if they don't play, it isn't worth it. So I don't know what bug crawled up your ass, and I don't give a shit.The only thing happened here today was you proving you're completely worthless as an asset or an ally. If that was your plan all along, you did perfect."

She gives the girl a little salute with the jug, and walks away.