That rude and arrogant old man? We may very well be better off without him! [HUFF!!!] He was halfway to the Mother as it was with how many secrets he kept and how white his hair was! Disrespectful to the Pantheon- [Hammer thwack!] Prideful- [Thwack!] And so self assured that it was nothing short of a holy miracle that he never choked on it! [Thwack!]
And he never stopped talking! It was overcompensation, it certainly had to be, because none of us needed to hear all of his ridiculous words! If it wasn't one thing, it was the other. It was as though an encyclopedia had been granted life and a mouth! Mention a place? Oh yes, of course he would tell you more than you ever needed to know about it although if you ever cared to ask me, I would say that ridiculous old man was wrong on more than a few accounts. Glance at the bottles available at the Distillery? He'd make mention of it. For heaven's sake, I'm almost certain he's commented on the state of my shoes before. His mouth always had to be going off, it was absurd! To make matters even worse, he acted as if he knew every little thing. I couldn't stand that man.
He's better off with the Mother. Perhaps She'll be able to keep him quiet for a moment before he does something ridiculously insulting that makes the Gods want to toss him into a hole. Considering he was never particularly quiet about his opinion of them, he would be the type to start something.
[A few more aggravated thwacks of his hammer against the fence, and Zulf is left glaring sulkily at the now rather bent nail he's made. Another slight huff.]
I couldn't stand him on the best of days. It's especially infuriating... He's already survived one enormous disaster, someone that stubborn could survive another, that's what you'd think.
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That rude and arrogant old man? We may very well be better off without him! [HUFF!!!] He was halfway to the Mother as it was with how many secrets he kept and how white his hair was! Disrespectful to the Pantheon- [Hammer thwack!] Prideful- [Thwack!] And so self assured that it was nothing short of a holy miracle that he never choked on it! [Thwack!]
And he never stopped talking! It was overcompensation, it certainly had to be, because none of us needed to hear all of his ridiculous words! If it wasn't one thing, it was the other. It was as though an encyclopedia had been granted life and a mouth! Mention a place? Oh yes, of course he would tell you more than you ever needed to know about it although if you ever cared to ask me, I would say that ridiculous old man was wrong on more than a few accounts. Glance at the bottles available at the Distillery? He'd make mention of it. For heaven's sake, I'm almost certain he's commented on the state of my shoes before. His mouth always had to be going off, it was absurd! To make matters even worse, he acted as if he knew every little thing. I couldn't stand that man.
He's better off with the Mother. Perhaps She'll be able to keep him quiet for a moment before he does something ridiculously insulting that makes the Gods want to toss him into a hole. Considering he was never particularly quiet about his opinion of them, he would be the type to start something.
[A few more aggravated thwacks of his hammer against the fence, and Zulf is left glaring sulkily at the now rather bent nail he's made. Another slight huff.]
I couldn't stand him on the best of days. It's especially infuriating... He's already survived one enormous disaster, someone that stubborn could survive another, that's what you'd think.
[sorry for the sudden tsun, Polka]