Appointments Post

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Dragons? [It takes him a moment to clue in, and a slightly awkward smile follows- mostly because he's never entirely certain of what Sigmund is trying to say.] I'm sure most of the citizens didn't protest the removal of local pests.

[Even he can admit that not all dragons are wonderful beautiful benevolent creatures. ...Actually most of them aren't.]

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Some said I had a vendetta. [He does have a vendetta. Dragons. Fffffff. Fuck dragons.] And that I wasn't to be trusted- Oh!

[He rushes-while-trying-to-appear-unrushed over to the stove to check on the stew. Good. Everything alright here. He takes it off the heat and starts ladling it into a tureen before resuming his sentence, proceeded by one sharp, almost breathy noise. A laugh?]

Wasn't to be trusted near Saruleus.

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Was their fear unwarranted?

[He asks without thinking, though afterwards regrets it a little; he hadn't intended to sound like he doubts Sigmund, especially when they have an oddly-teasing conversation going. ...And he isn't entirely positive he'll like the answer. BUT NOT BECAUSE OF DOUBT]

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[The tureen is placed on the middle of the table - he has to push a vase and salt and pepper shakers aside - quickly joined by two bowls.]

Saruleus is a Claridian, not a dragon. [This an obvious distinction, Edward. Seriously. It's not like anyone would call Karathos a turtle. Sigmund doesn't sound all that upset, though, perhaps a bit fondly wry.]

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[Well sure, he can make that distinction, but... sob. Well whatever, Sigmund's alright with it. Amused, even. How is he not dying of shock here.]

I can't think of an excuse for them to be worried about you, then. How foolish of them.