[ he chuckles at the question, adjusting the cuffs on his fine shirt, aware of the quality of his gilded leather vest, sturdy pants, and boots. there was a time he was almost military, bypassing the regular training and expectations for an appointed position. one of the things he'd hated was the dress code. this was still better than that.
he'd spent the first few days wondering if he needed to keep his occupation and talents private, but everyone here was looking for know-how. it seemed more worth it to share than to keep it private. ]
Sorry to disappoint. My official profession was pirate, although I did spend the better part of a year galavanting around the country protecting a princess and fighting a crazed emperor and several self-proclaimed gods, so maybe there's hope for me.
That blue suit standard issue soldier where you come from?
[ he doesn't think so. he thinks this man -- with his roving eyes, his careful speech, his deliberate footing -- was someone important, and someone who has seen some shit. ]
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he'd spent the first few days wondering if he needed to keep his occupation and talents private, but everyone here was looking for know-how. it seemed more worth it to share than to keep it private. ]
Sorry to disappoint. My official profession was pirate, although I did spend the better part of a year galavanting around the country protecting a princess and fighting a crazed emperor and several self-proclaimed gods, so maybe there's hope for me.
That blue suit standard issue soldier where you come from?
[ he doesn't think so. he thinks this man -- with his roving eyes, his careful speech, his deliberate footing -- was someone important, and someone who has seen some shit. ]