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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Systole" data-source="post: 6169785" data-attributes="member: 93930">The workmen stop what they're doing and gaze at the cloud in a bit of awe.  However, the captain shakes his head, being familiar enough with real stormclouds to recognize a cantrip when he sees one.  And Varga simply snorts.  "So you’re the decider, are you?  Well, sadly, it’s past five, so I’m off the clock, and therefore I can’t be bothered to listen to your decisions at the moment.  I will begin work punctually at eight tomorrow morning, however.  And if you want an inventory in the meantime, the crafting and building materials are in the workshop.  The foodstuffs are in the back of the mess hall.  Everything else is in the warehouse.  Come on, Phin.  Let’s go grab a drink and do some catching up.”  She takes her brother by the elbow and begins walking toward a long, low building that would seem to be the mess hall.“Divine reckoning mightn’t’ve been the best way to impress the lass,” Uder notes, looking appreciatively at Varga’s backside before turning to you. “You know, squire, yer gonna need someone to delegate to when yer out doing fieldwork.  So it seems to me, yer gonna have to either talk her around or else send her home and find someone you trust and get along with, ‘cause in my experience, when the sergeant and the captain butt heads like that, things in the trenches go to hell right quick.”  To illustrate his point, the workmen look confused, unsure whether to unload the boat, or whether to continue working on their assigned tasks, or whether to follow Varga’s example and knock off for the evening.  It’s six-thirty or so, but clearly the men are used to working longer hours.  You can also hear surprised conversations about starting work at eight tomorrow, rather than at dawn.Shari clears her throat.  “Um, I think the problem with Varga is that she feels like she was passed over.  And, well, she kind of was, to be honest.  She’s been Signor Franco’s right-hand man … er, woman ... er, dwarf ...  She’s been Franco’s number two for the past six years, and she got that position because she earned it.  If it wasn’t for the Cardinal getting to name the executor of the charter, Varga would’ve been the one, I’m mostly sure.  Or maybe Finia, Lord Gabbiano's assistant, because she's been with him for at least eight.  But you're a ...” she coughs and trails off.“You're a nobody, is what the wee gel means to say," Uder finishes.  "If you want the dwarf lass's respect, you're going to have to show you've earned it, not just yell 'Jump!' at her.  But in the meantime, talking nice might smooth some ruffled feathers.  And speaking personally, squire, I hope you get her around instead of sending her back home, because if ye send her on, I’ll only get to see her walk away just once more, when she goes up the gangplank.  And to my way of thinking, that’d be a downright shame, ‘cause that lass has one of the finest pairs of hams I’ve ever seen.  I could watch her walk away all day.”<img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/Varga_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/uder_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=56902&d=1364420027" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />. . . Varga Renlow . . . Uder Gormengeist . . Shari de Leye </blockquote>

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