Servant of the Axe - Improper Manners

Chapter Type: Character Development (Social)

The paper-wrapped roll of coins vanished into a sleeve.  "A token of…" I said.

"Ssshh!" the bureaucrat said, "You have all the subtlety of an aurochs.  Wait here."

"I will…"

"Wait there SILENTLY." He said, slipping away through the crowd.

Well, okay, fine.  But I was going to console myself for his rude treatment with a crab puff, which I swallowed whole.

"Oh my, are you certain your face can take that kind of Gluttony?" a woman asked.  She was in a fine silken robe, red, tailored to her plump form.

"My face has survived a fire blast from an as-yet unnamed Shadow Slayer." I said.  "A blow that could have left me scarred and disfigured, and already it is so healed that I do not require a bandage.  I believe that fortune favors my healing enough that I can survive a crab puff."