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Dualscar and Mindfang are seated across from each other in a room lit by candles, wood panelled and close - a ship's cabin. A crystal decanter of a deep red wine open between them, mostly empty. Their glasses are also mostly empty, but neither of them seem inclined to refill them.

Mindfang is rather distracted, you see. A troll in a slave's tunic kneels on the floor between her legs, her hands reaching up to undo the ties on Mindfang's shirt. Her hands are shaking visibly, but she doesn't hesitate in her obedience to Mindfang's will. Though the slave's face is hidden, her horns match Dolorosa's. Mindfang strokes the slave's hair, watching Dualscar under heavily-lidded eyes.

Dualscar is watching the goings-on with eyes narrowed, his fists clenching and unclenching in frustration. "I'm done wwith this, Spinneret! I'm not goin' to sit here an let you wwalk all ovver me. If you're not interested in wwhat I havve to offer, then I'll just fuckin' leavve, understand? You'vve plied the seas at my sufferance all a this time. You can't just treat me like this!"

Mindfang flicks her free hand carelessly. Though her words are muffled, it's clear that she's inviting him to leave. Dualscar leaps to his feet, knocking over his chair. With a snarl, he strides from the room, cape rippling, and slams the door behind himself.

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[God, could he be right? His fins flatten tightly at Darkleer's words, and an expression of dismay comes over his face]

Evven if you're right about that, wwhat am I supposed to do noww?

Well, what did you plan on doing in the first place?

[Although he already knows of course.]

[He hasn't actually made plans yet, and he fidgets, scowling at his glass and toying with the stem of it]

Maybe I'll pay the Grand Highblood a vvisit.

Has it occurred to you that would be the worst thing you could possibly do in so many ways? Why him, of all trolls?

[Seriously, he never got this. Dualscar didn't SEEM like the type to want a deathwish!]

I can handle the likes a him. [A derisive sniff] Not only does he havve the powwer to take her on, but the cruelty he'd subject her to... [He smiles faintly, cruelly] It's wwhat she deservves.

How are your jokes?

[Yep, just that.]

[Frown] If he tries any kind a foolishness I'll showw him his place.

Why not just save everyone the foolish trouble of it all and communicate with her?

[He is literally facepalming right now.]

[He snarls and rises to his feet] As if talkin' to her is goin' to do anything. It'd only make me look wweak in any case! I'm not about to go crawwlin' to her on my fuckin' knees, is that wwhat you wwant?

I would quite appreciate it if you stopped putting words in my mouth, for one thing. [Darkleer stays seated and just crosses his arms.]

I'm not saying you should beg.

That's howw it'd look to her! [He paces, weaving a little and frustrated] I'vve got no choice noww.

Yes you do, you just aren't thinking straight and are going to the worst caste scenario. Have you listened to a word I've said?

I'm listenin' you just don't knoww wwhat you're talkin' about! [He throws himself into his chair and takes on a deep, sulking pose] Leavve me. I'm done listenin' to your prattle, anywway.

Alright then.

[A sigh as he gets up.]

For your sake, I do hope you don't replay the memory of the Grand Highblood tearing you to pieces.

Don't wworry about that. [He settles in for a good long sulk]