Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191130184420/@comment-7262318-20191201051028

As Nyasia was getting herself ready (or was perhaps already ready), there was a knock on her door.

Garran was waiting down in the common room, alongside Alvoran, waiting for the others to come down and head to the clothes shop.

"I imagine this must be yer' bread and butter," Garran muttered.

"How so?"

"This whole fancy food and royalty shit," Garran said. "You used to be a noble, right? This shit oughta come natural for you..."

"You sound anxious," Alvoran noted.

" 'Course I'm anxious. Me and high society don't mix too awfully well," The Half-Orc lamented. "I talk to noble people twice a year. One when they refuse to pay up, and two when they see me walkin' down the side of the road and whisper some shit-talk to their friends... And as you can tell, I don't really conduct myself with a lotta' pomp and shit..."

Alvoran rolled his eyes. "Just a little secret, Garran. Nobody in high-society actually enjoys it,"

"Oh?"

"Yes. It's all a lot of nonsense. Boring trade deals, morally questionable politics, some old man rambling on about how things were different in his business days... a lot of talk, but it's mostly empty speech from emptier people," Alvoran said, reflecting on his younger years.

"Oh yeah, that sounds rough... bein' rich as shit, havin' tons'a people workin' for ye', living the good life and having to deal with some boring meeting once a week... shit sounds really rough."

"That's not... it's not like that, Garran. The world of high society is quite a different experience than what it's romanticized to be," Alvoran muttered. "It's not all sunshine and roses. Much of it is rather... haunting."

"You're tellin' that to someone who's had to live meal to meal, kid... it don't look too awfully bad to me," Garran shrugged. "Livin' easy, kicked back, hot maids at your beckoned call... shit sounds like you and your family probably had it real easy."

Alvoran's lips curled. There was a silence between them.

"... My father was betrayed by those he trusted most. They stabbed him in the night, and took his throne and gold, and tried to have me executed so that I may not challenge them," Alvoran said coldy. "I was driven from my home, deemed a criminal, and hunted by my former friends. I had to kill almost every guard that I have ever made friends with in order to escape."

Garran visibly retreated into his seat, his brow furrowed. Alvoran stood up. "A man named Olgar, he presented me with my first training sword on my 8th birthday. When I escaped, I filled him with enough shock magic to make his eyeballs burst."

He made for the door as Garran frowned. "That, Garran, is my experience with high society. "