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( In which the mun justifies the upcoming crack )
( First owl to Beowulf )
As she was about to fold this parchment up to send it to a house elf, she heard a throat clearing. Turning, she spotted the odd little pale dwarf woman, who was standing by her shoulder, looking highly amused.
"You'll want to fix that," the dwarf said, still smirking. "Here let me see that."
She snatched the parchment away from Brienne and turned it over.
( Second owl to Beowulf )
"There," the dwarf said with a full-on grin. "That's more like it."
"But I don't care what he's compensating for," Brienne said, reaching to take the parchment from her.
The dwarf cackled. "That's OK. I'm pretty sure 'compensating' is too advanced for his vocabulary."
She motioned over a house elf and before Brienne could argue, handed him the parchment. "You'll want to make sure this gets to Beowulf. You might have to read it to him first though."
The house elf nodded, bowed obsequiously, and was gone.
"Was that really necessary?" Brienne asked, frowning heavily.
"Oh, sweetie. You don't have any idea how necessary it is," the dwarf answered.
Then, still cackling, she rose and resumed her seat in the corner with a muttered, "I really have to watch this."
Now full of misgivings, Brienne waited to see what kind of reply she would get.
( First owl to Beowulf )
As she was about to fold this parchment up to send it to a house elf, she heard a throat clearing. Turning, she spotted the odd little pale dwarf woman, who was standing by her shoulder, looking highly amused.
"You'll want to fix that," the dwarf said, still smirking. "Here let me see that."
She snatched the parchment away from Brienne and turned it over.
( Second owl to Beowulf )
"There," the dwarf said with a full-on grin. "That's more like it."
"But I don't care what he's compensating for," Brienne said, reaching to take the parchment from her.
The dwarf cackled. "That's OK. I'm pretty sure 'compensating' is too advanced for his vocabulary."
She motioned over a house elf and before Brienne could argue, handed him the parchment. "You'll want to make sure this gets to Beowulf. You might have to read it to him first though."
The house elf nodded, bowed obsequiously, and was gone.
"Was that really necessary?" Brienne asked, frowning heavily.
"Oh, sweetie. You don't have any idea how necessary it is," the dwarf answered.
Then, still cackling, she rose and resumed her seat in the corner with a muttered, "I really have to watch this."
Now full of misgivings, Brienne waited to see what kind of reply she would get.