Fable - Ask Proctors of the Academy

[Evangeline]

Neither man offered any further points of contention now. Eva had more than made the points she had intended to, and she'd learned some things about those who she was to work with in the process. She offered no more discourse, instead opting for a raise of her glass and a simple,
"Hear, hear."

She took another drink and let silence settle for a moment. Evangeline had never been able to handle her alcohol particularly well; she'd have to accelerate her metabolism in a while to avoid the otherwise inevitable hangover that would be knocking later.

In the meantime, she wrung at her cane once again.
"Was there...anything else you wanted to discuss, Proctor Pallatrix?" She asked, more reserved by now. She couldn't imagine that either one of them would be fond of idle chat.

 

[Mars Pallatrix]

A glance was spared towards Arne, and he shook his head at Evangeline.

"No."

 

[Arne]

"As astute a conversationalist as always, I see." Arne said, the sarcasm practically dripping from his tone.

He placed the cup back onto the table.

The false leg attached at his knee had lain outstretched this entire time, unbent knee shifting slightly as he finally pulled it back. The damned thing got itchy as all hell sometimes, though through sheer will he kept himself from fiddling with it most of the time. "You'll have to excuse him."

He mused.

"He's always been this way." Not always, but there wasn't room to dig up the past. Not here anyway.