Miller
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Why not?!
You let Asher join the guild!
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Asher
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Milo, I'm older than you. Don't try to compare...
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Tristan
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You seen Asher out running commissions for me, boy?
Just because he's in don't mean he's ready for action.
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Miller
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Y-yeah, but Asher's not like the most competent
guy in town, is he?
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Asher
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Hey! That's not fair. I'm still learning the ropes!
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Miller
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Learning the mop and broom is more like it...
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Asher
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Watch your mouth or you're gonna get clobbered!
And don't think I'm gonna go easy on you cause you're
Allysse's little brother. I don't care how hot she is...
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Tristan
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Shut your trap, Asher.
Milo, I said no, and I meant no.
Allysse don't want you running into the jungle and
you know I'm not gonna cross her. Deal with it.
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Miller
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My sister won't even let me slice fruit cause she thinks
I'm gonna chop my fingers off! Ya can't listen to her!
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Asher
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You DID almost cut your fingers off when you were
chopping up that mango.
You had a bandage on your hand for like three weeks.
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Tristan
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(Tristan shoots Asher an ugly glare.)
I thought I told you to shut your trap, Asher.
The Coffer Chasers doesn't have room for anybody else.
(Tristan stabs a knobby finger at Milo's chest.)
Especially not a loud mouth lookin' for his claim to fame.
You can just give up your hopes of finding the
Destiny Stone. It's gonna get you, and your friends, dead.
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Asher
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Such a stupid little kid...
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Tristan
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I hear one more word outta you, Asher, and you're goin'
out the business end of a cannon.
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Miller
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I'm not leaving until you can make me a guild member!
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Tristan
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I'll toss you out on your backside with one hand.
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Miller
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You grizzled old son of a--
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Esyllt
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Stop arguing, you rats!
We have a customer!
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Esyllt
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Welcome to the office of the world's greatest treasure
acquisition aficionados, the Coffer Chasers.
My apologies for the sub-literate show of limited brain
power you just witnessed. How can I help you out?
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(You hand over the items you received from Shayla, along with
the commission letter.)
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Tristan
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Shayla sent you?!
How's that old forest hag gettin' along? She still
showing off her ta-ta's like they're goin' outta style?
(Tristan catches sight of Esyllt and a blush creeps
across his leathery old skin.)
Oh, uh, sorry Esyllt, I didn't mean to... uh...
Hey! That's some good lookin' gnoll leather!
Shayla really goes for the best, don't she?
(Tristan reads over the commission letter.)
Hmmm, trying to get a bead on the the chief of Crescent Moon Island's magic makers?
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Miller
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I know exactly where you can find those!
I'll take that commission!
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Asher
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Shut up, Milo!
That commission is mine!
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Tristan
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Both of you shut up.
<Hurk>, Shayla says you're good to go, but I make it a
point not to let untested kids work for me.
You wanna join the guild, you gotta take on this job.
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Miller
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No way! You said no new members today.
If this chump gets to take the test, then I get to take it!
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(Milo snatches the commission letter from Tristan's hand and
bolts out the door.)
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Tristan
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Sun-rotted son of a fishwife...
Get back here you idiot!
I wasn't gonna make you do all that work...
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(Milo's already long gone.)
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Tristan
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Milo's too blasted reckless to join up with us.
I wouldn't send any of my people out alone on a job like
this, especially not a kid.
At least he can't get over to Crescent Moon Island without
a boat or a fresh pair of flippers.
Look, you got time before that little birdbrain figures out
how to get to the island.
Why doncha go to the inn and dump your luggage?
You first job will be to tell Allysse what her brother's
up to without gettin' killed.
Just head up the road to the cliff.
Ya can't miss the White Whale Inn.
You make it back alive, and I'll give you another job.
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