Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20160425233615/@comment-5543592-20160427193644

Apollo42 wrote: Diana snickered. "Well, if it was the first time I'd heard your 'clouds' metaphor, do you really expect me to have heard 'janglies?'"



Hawke raised an eyebrow. "I never took you for a religious person, Scire."

"That's cause I'm metaphorical all on my own.  I picked that up somewhere, I did."

The song continued in the background.

"People of the Bay bless,

The flowered court of Wayrest,

For showing us the gentle way of sin.

The bonny Dark Elf queen,

Likes to see and to be seen,

With cobblers, thieves, and tavernkeeps,

And slaves, and fish-er-men.

In the court of Lainlyn,

Right upon the mainland,

With sex, the whole place is in a whirl.

The Baroness likes to play,

With men who come her way,

While the Baron likes the little boys and girls.

Oh, it's lovely to give your lady a kiss upon her nose...

It's lovelier still to do the same not wearing any clothes!"

The cheer rose up again at the repeat of the chorus and Crimson took the opportunity to catch a server's eye.

"Aye, lass." He beckoned to her, a thick, gritty, Imperial woman, who Crimson thought could probably beat him up. "Drinks, for the three ov' us, the kind that isn't weird."

"What?"

"The brown one."

"You mean the Nordic ale?"

"Does it come in brown?"

The woman rolled her eyes, suspecting he was messing with her now, and went off to go get their drinks.

"Keep the corks in it!" He called after her, to which she gave him a rude gesture with her finger.

Crimson pointedly did not look at her backside.

"But yeah,"  He said, turning back to the two women, "ya two need to expand your vocabularies.  It's not good if you don't know what janglies means."

"It's not religion, more superstition.  Like the reason Zaydate's always collecting dead people body parts, it's more for luck than anything else."