07-03-2014, 12:14 AM
Joachim resisted the urge to roll his eyes and sighed instead. "About twenty years ago. If getting him as payment for a trade delivery counts as stealing. It's in the logbooks under my father's name." He'd nearly been quick-marched back to the farm to check those books once.
His head and gut agreed now that she wasn't a bandit. Moving slowly, he shifted his poleaxe around and secured it back in its straps. Fafnir felt the movement and settled more comfortably on his haunches, wings relaxing. Joachim took some guesses at what she might be thinking, based on past experience. "Yes, I'm from Lycia. No, I hold no allegiance to it." He speared his fingers through his hair and tried to remember if this was the third or fourth time he'd been accused of theft. "Yes, I should learn to do a haircut. The breeder's son sent me."
His head and gut agreed now that she wasn't a bandit. Moving slowly, he shifted his poleaxe around and secured it back in its straps. Fafnir felt the movement and settled more comfortably on his haunches, wings relaxing. Joachim took some guesses at what she might be thinking, based on past experience. "Yes, I'm from Lycia. No, I hold no allegiance to it." He speared his fingers through his hair and tried to remember if this was the third or fourth time he'd been accused of theft. "Yes, I should learn to do a haircut. The breeder's son sent me."