Acinciturk221111
From Create Your Own Story
"easy with your vendetta please. we're catching them. i still stand by my claim that being on the side of the bishopric is easy - all of those cathars involved in the pillaging have lived a miserable life."
it's a topic that you tend to smoothly reply to, perhaps from some invisible coercion against them like the rancher suggested. you've dealt with many awkward exchanges on the topic of the cathars before, as it is with this one:
"first it was the frankish papacy and its sympathizers, then in 1902 there strict vagrancy extradition laws in france with its neighbours to condemn that lifestyle and now they're still under the thumb miles away in greenland in anarchistic northern settlements just trying to get by. if you were looking for a second opinion, even though i know you have no interest in a difference of opinion in general, the plundering is a survival instinct because we're trying to blow them away in the promotion of a 'strong and savage' northern front. the mid-century rude awakening is that cathars are a faction congenial in the future and they've popularized asceticism as a lifestyle both here and on the oceanic continent. millions of people identify as cathars."
"now, listen: while i don't have a lot of time today they won't want buy all these luxuries. you'd be doing me a favour if you could take one of these chickens. chickens in the northernmost settlement aren't an everyday thing as you know."
you point out a phial in her breast pocket which you wouldn't rule out as opioids. she produces it, looking at it pensively:
"you can have this snuff. i don't care about taking it anymore. in fact it'd be good to get rid of any i have on me as a measure for possible recursions into smoking. so it's good that i caught you, in actual fact."
you tell her you'll take the snuff if it would take a load off.
"and i also have these" she presents you with a small wax-paper with half a dozen ash cakes inside, which you accept without incident. she smiles at you, which makes you loosen your grip on a small phial of incredibly potent moonshine you've been saving. you hand that to her, and then you interject
- "where to the east are you headed?"
- "i hope to see you around the way again."
- "please be careful with how you drink that. it might be strictly medicinal.
INVENTORY
- small phial filled with high-tar snuff
- wax-paper containing 6 ash-cakes
