“Just when I think I have rid this town of its pests another arises. This place is crawling with those that wish ill of my father… nothing good ever comes of it. I thought you were a wiser man.”
"Morning to you as well, Destrian,” Bard spoke wryly as he stepped around the other man, making his way to his trusted barge. “Bit early to be looking so very sour, wouldn’t you say? Of what evil plot against your father do I stand accused today, pray tell? Quick as you can, please; there’s much work to be done. I am certain Lickspittle has dropped the word once or twice, so you may be familiar with the concept of it.”
