He laughs, quietly. "Not with that accent, we don't. We mostly hope we are not found."
He peers into the corridor, softly lit by glowing Charter Marks set into the walls and floors.
"Aha. I know where we are. The servant quarters should be down to the left. We could find some livery there so we at least would be dressed like servants, and may fool any who we might meet, or we could go straight to the treasury and just hope not to run into anyone."
He knows which he'd rather do. He had to be a servant long enough that now, the idea of dressing like one doesn't sit well with him.
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Date: 2006-12-14 07:10 pm (UTC)From:He peers into the corridor, softly lit by glowing Charter Marks set into the walls and floors.
"Aha. I know where we are. The servant quarters should be down to the left. We could find some livery there so we at least would be dressed like servants, and may fool any who we might meet, or we could go straight to the treasury and just hope not to run into anyone."
He knows which he'd rather do. He had to be a servant long enough that now, the idea of dressing like one doesn't sit well with him.