Genesis 061
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Title~ Anonymity
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ Genesis 061. Random pointless thing. And I've just realised I have to get up for work tomorrow, in about three and a half hours, so I'm off XD;;
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Gylepi appeared back at the table, two full glasses in each hand that he dispersed to the other three archers already seated there.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said, taking his regular seat, “We should try at anonymity some time.”
“What, you mean like the blade archers do?” Murali said scornfully.
“Something like that, only without making everyone hate us at the end of the night. Just see how long we can last before we’re recognised.”
“Gylepi,” Garuk said carefully, “There’s a slight flaw in your otherwise impeccable plan: You’re six and a half feet tall, and Nol’s crown prince. How exactly do you plan on blending in with the commoners?”
“Ah,” the six-and-a-half-foot archer said, holding up one finger with the grin of a conspirator. “That’s the challenge.”
“I’m in,” Murali decided, “It could be fun.”
“So,” Garuk said slowly, “The four of us pick some random pub in a suburb we’ve never been to and try not to be recognised?”
“That’s the gist of it.”
“The four of us. At the same time.”
“Well it would be a bit pointless if we went to separate pubs.”
“We won’t make it past the first table.”
“As I say,” Gylepi said, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands behind his head, “Herein lies the challenge.”
Garuk was still looking dubious.
“Look at it this way,” Gylepi went on, “If we succeed, it’ll be the first time since we got in that we won’t be over charged for a beer, or interrupted during a game of dagger toss. We’ll actually be able to challenge people to games of dagger toss without them thinking we’re as good as Yoryl and Kaen.”
Garuk shrugged. “Okay, sure, I’ll give it a go. If all else fails, the ‘Thrai’s still here.”
“Nol?”
The prince shifted uneasily in his chair, drumming his fingers on the side of his glass as he watched the bubbles float to the surface inside it. He’d been silent through the whole conversation, which was most unlike him.
“Nol?”
“You go ahead. I’ll pass on this one.”
“Come on,” Gylepi urged him, “It’ll be fun.”
Nolryn shook his head. “I’ve done it before, and am definitely not willing to try it again.”
Garuk frowned. “When was this?”
“Last year,” Nol said with a grimace, “same night as the rest of you smashed tables and an entire keg of Liquid Sunset.”
Murali sank down into his chair; Garuk hid behind his beer glass.
“So that’s where you were,” Gylepi said, apparently unperturbed by the foreboding in the prince’s voice. “What happened?”
Nol sighed heavily and looked back into his glass. He looked as though he was about to say something, but hesitated and shook his head. “I’d just rather not go.”
“It couldn’t have been that bad,” Gylepi scorned, “We’ll pick a decent pub with decent beer and decent serving girls. It’ll be fun.”
“No, it won’t. I’ve tried it before.”
“Come on, Nol.”
Nol glared at his friend. “I’m not going.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ Genesis 061. Random pointless thing. And I've just realised I have to get up for work tomorrow, in about three and a half hours, so I'm off XD;;
Gylepi appeared back at the table, two full glasses in each hand that he dispersed to the other three archers already seated there.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said, taking his regular seat, “We should try at anonymity some time.”
“What, you mean like the blade archers do?” Murali said scornfully.
“Something like that, only without making everyone hate us at the end of the night. Just see how long we can last before we’re recognised.”
“Gylepi,” Garuk said carefully, “There’s a slight flaw in your otherwise impeccable plan: You’re six and a half feet tall, and Nol’s crown prince. How exactly do you plan on blending in with the commoners?”
“Ah,” the six-and-a-half-foot archer said, holding up one finger with the grin of a conspirator. “That’s the challenge.”
“I’m in,” Murali decided, “It could be fun.”
“So,” Garuk said slowly, “The four of us pick some random pub in a suburb we’ve never been to and try not to be recognised?”
“That’s the gist of it.”
“The four of us. At the same time.”
“Well it would be a bit pointless if we went to separate pubs.”
“We won’t make it past the first table.”
“As I say,” Gylepi said, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands behind his head, “Herein lies the challenge.”
Garuk was still looking dubious.
“Look at it this way,” Gylepi went on, “If we succeed, it’ll be the first time since we got in that we won’t be over charged for a beer, or interrupted during a game of dagger toss. We’ll actually be able to challenge people to games of dagger toss without them thinking we’re as good as Yoryl and Kaen.”
Garuk shrugged. “Okay, sure, I’ll give it a go. If all else fails, the ‘Thrai’s still here.”
“Nol?”
The prince shifted uneasily in his chair, drumming his fingers on the side of his glass as he watched the bubbles float to the surface inside it. He’d been silent through the whole conversation, which was most unlike him.
“Nol?”
“You go ahead. I’ll pass on this one.”
“Come on,” Gylepi urged him, “It’ll be fun.”
Nolryn shook his head. “I’ve done it before, and am definitely not willing to try it again.”
Garuk frowned. “When was this?”
“Last year,” Nol said with a grimace, “same night as the rest of you smashed tables and an entire keg of Liquid Sunset.”
Murali sank down into his chair; Garuk hid behind his beer glass.
“So that’s where you were,” Gylepi said, apparently unperturbed by the foreboding in the prince’s voice. “What happened?”
Nol sighed heavily and looked back into his glass. He looked as though he was about to say something, but hesitated and shook his head. “I’d just rather not go.”
“It couldn’t have been that bad,” Gylepi scorned, “We’ll pick a decent pub with decent beer and decent serving girls. It’ll be fun.”
“No, it won’t. I’ve tried it before.”
“Come on, Nol.”
Nol glared at his friend. “I’m not going.”
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