2016-08-21 – Nikon D3300
haze and clear skies, Mae Salong, Thailand
In the Adventurers’ Guild, the counter staff talking amongst themselves, off to
the side, a man lazing on a bench, legs outstretched, half-listening to the
gossip. In front of the counter, growing more and more livid at being ignored,
an overdressed noble finally erupts, How dare you! Do you not know who I
am?!
The gossip breaks and, as one, the staff turn to look at the interruption in
shock. And then, sotto voce, the staff start talking to each other.
When did he get here?
So who is he?
I didn’t hear him come in.
Isn’t that Viscount Beauvais?
At this last comment, the man lazing on the bench pipes in, Relax, he’s no
longer a Viscount.
A feral smile, full of sharp teeth and malice, Isn’t
that right, Baronet Beauvais?
Turning to the interruption, Beauvais’ face suddenly turns pale. Stammering,
Oh … I, um … didn’t see you there, Citizen Alain … I had no intention of
disturbing your day.
You really should be more careful grabbing what doesn’t belong to you,
whether it’s territory or, in this case, attention. I would’ve thought you’d
learned your lesson by now.
the day after
the day before
the month before
the season before