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Meanwhile, Wally is doing his very best to help straighten her out - including patting down her hair between and around her false ears. "There, now. Much better. I'd cast a spell to get us straightened out, but wouldn't you know it, my magic's vanished!"
He says this with a voice full of bright cheer, as though it's not at all a troubling thought. No magic, no one asking him to do magic.
His response is immediate and completely enthusiastic. "Absolutely! Do you know, I haven't seen a single elf since I arrived? Not one!"
When he laughs, a punctuation to that sentence, it's a little manic. Those student loans are murder. Wally claps his hands together with a resounding sort of smack, rubs them, then extends one to her. "Wallace Sheldon Everett, Wizard, PFD, HTPF, DtL, and all around lovely person to know. Call me 'Wally'."
"Nor I!" she says, just as enthusiastically, although she can't imagine why that would be either a plus or a minus. She's met many elves, both good and bad, and has no real opinion on them overall.
She takes his hand and shakes it vigorously. "Kitty Callahan, also wizard, AoUP, RoUS, LMAO, and accredited ne'er-do-well. Nice to meetcha!"
"Ohh, accredited? I did very poorly in my Ne'er-do-Well classes. Orcish poetry, that's what I excelled in. You should hear me recite the Ballad of Rrgroth the Small. Always brings a tear to the eye. Not much of a bard, myself, though." And still, he's pumping her hand.
Finally, of course, he lets go and gives his own hand a shake as though to exorcise a cramp. "I think we'll get along famously. I need a roguish sort in my party."
"Well, as long as Orcish poetry's better than Vogon poetry," she says, grinning.
Ha! He let go first! She wins! She wins at handshakes! "Yep, a rogue, that's me. Though I must warn you, I rolled poorly on my Stealth stat. 1d6, what a shame," she says, and shakes her head.
"That is a shame. Stealth and thievery are important for rogues," he muses, one hand coming up to stroke his beard. He's been practicing beard-stroking ever since he discovered his ability to grow beards. One day, it will be long and voluminous, but right now, it's just sort of there, and stroking it isn't as satisfying (or helpful to the thinking process) as he hoped it would be.
"Well, nevermind. We'll find a use for you. Come along, then. To a tavern! We must confer with the bar wench for local news and possible quests."
"What ho," she says, and gestures dramatically, before pausing.
"Er. I don't think you should call the barmaids 'wenches'. It's not politic'ly correct," she notes, one hand on her chin as she thinks. (She has no beard to stroke in thought, alas. She could probably grow one if she really wanted to, but that's not in the cards right now.)
"What ho where?" he asks, following her gesture in the assumption that she's indicating something off in the distance, but finds himself immediately distracted by her rebuke.
Abashed, he puts his free hand to the back of his head, so that now he seems to be readjusting his neck by gripping both beard and cranium. "My, so many rules to learn. All right. Barmaids, then. That should do well enough, shouldn't it? Yes, yes, I think so." His hands at last release his head, though tomorrow he'll find an inexplicable crick in his neck from these shenanigans.
Careful, Wally, a man could trip and break his neck in that position. Not like Kitty'd know from experience, of course. Perish the thought.
"I should think. Unless the title of 'wench' is one earned through extensive practice and study. Perhaps they're like upper-level barmaids. I never really thought about it before."
"Perhaps 'wenches' are only the particularly busty barmaids. I've always heard them referred to in conjunction with the word 'lusty', so that must be it. Lusty, busty barmaids."
Only Wally the Wizard could say the preceding sentence without a hint of his own lustiness. In fact, he was almost cheerfully clinical in that assessment. "That would seem rather unfair to the less well-endowed girls, though. Maybe that's not it at all. Maybe wenches are ex-pirates."
"I'd ask Alec, but he's not here right now, and these days I think he knows more about wrenches than wenches, anyway." It'd be fair to say it's an evensplit, really.
"Maybe wenchiness is something gained once one reaches a certain level of endowment. Maybe that's like a special card you get once you hit a certain bra size. Like, congrats, you're a sextuple-D, please enjoy this Certificate of Wenchiness and a complimentary bustier."
"Well, as a sextuple-D, she should get something out of it. Poor dear would always be toppling over." With that, he heads off in the direction of a pub, because if there's one thing a mediocre wizard has, it's an innate sense of direction when it comes to seeking out alcohol. There's a dimly-lit, grimy place to drink away his woes nearby: he's sure of it.
"Maybe wenching is a learned trade. A specialization, if you will, like necromancy or tap-dancing. Perhaps it's like the doctorate of barmaiding."
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He says this with a voice full of bright cheer, as though it's not at all a troubling thought. No magic, no one asking him to do magic.
"Did you just arrive here, as well?"
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As though magic is something that can get lost between couch cushions, or accidentally placed in the fridge.
"Been here about a day or two, mate. Isn't this place wonderful?" she asks earnestly.
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When he laughs, a punctuation to that sentence, it's a little manic. Those student loans are murder. Wally claps his hands together with a resounding sort of smack, rubs them, then extends one to her. "Wallace Sheldon Everett, Wizard, PFD, HTPF, DtL, and all around lovely person to know. Call me 'Wally'."
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She takes his hand and shakes it vigorously. "Kitty Callahan, also wizard, AoUP, RoUS, LMAO, and accredited ne'er-do-well. Nice to meetcha!"
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Finally, of course, he lets go and gives his own hand a shake as though to exorcise a cramp. "I think we'll get along famously. I need a roguish sort in my party."
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Ha! He let go first! She wins! She wins at handshakes! "Yep, a rogue, that's me. Though I must warn you, I rolled poorly on my Stealth stat. 1d6, what a shame," she says, and shakes her head.
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"Well, nevermind. We'll find a use for you. Come along, then. To a tavern! We must confer with the bar wench for local news and possible quests."
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"Er. I don't think you should call the barmaids 'wenches'. It's not politic'ly correct," she notes, one hand on her chin as she thinks. (She has no beard to stroke in thought, alas. She could probably grow one if she really wanted to, but that's not in the cards right now.)
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Abashed, he puts his free hand to the back of his head, so that now he seems to be readjusting his neck by gripping both beard and cranium. "My, so many rules to learn. All right. Barmaids, then. That should do well enough, shouldn't it? Yes, yes, I think so." His hands at last release his head, though tomorrow he'll find an inexplicable crick in his neck from these shenanigans.
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"I should think. Unless the title of 'wench' is one earned through extensive practice and study. Perhaps they're like upper-level barmaids. I never really thought about it before."
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Only Wally the Wizard could say the preceding sentence without a hint of his own lustiness. In fact, he was almost cheerfully clinical in that assessment. "That would seem rather unfair to the less well-endowed girls, though. Maybe that's not it at all. Maybe wenches are ex-pirates."
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"Maybe wenchiness is something gained once one reaches a certain level of endowment. Maybe that's like a special card you get once you hit a certain bra size. Like, congrats, you're a sextuple-D, please enjoy this Certificate of Wenchiness and a complimentary bustier."
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"Maybe wenching is a learned trade. A specialization, if you will, like necromancy or tap-dancing. Perhaps it's like the doctorate of barmaiding."