TBE: Let it drop
From Create Your Own Story
You watch as whatever the man has tossed toward you arcs into the air. You would have to jump to catch it, and you're in no mood to splash more water on yourself just to catch something this man could have handed you. The object catches the light with a quick twinkle, then lands with a plop about three feet from where you are standing, water still dripping from your rough, brown skirt.
"Ha, ha, ha," the girl laughs, and you can't help but look at her with more friendly eyes.
"That was a perfectly good florin," the man says half to you, and half to the girl in the coach.
"Perhaps she isn't interested in charity," the grandmother replies. "Perhaps she simply wants some courtesy."
The earl turns toward the women in the coach, looking from one to the other and then turns back to you.
"Would you have me give her a hand out of the ditch?” he asks, clearly meaning for it to be a rhetorical question.
But you’ve always had a sarcastic streak, and you’ve had enough of them talking about you as if you weren’t there.
Do you:
| Status | ||
| Health | #100 | Equipment:
Nothing |
| MP | #0 | |
| Level | # | |
