As Lear dramatically held out a hand and announced himself a future king, Trip looked from his face down to his hand with undisguised disdain, brows shooting up so high, they nearly disappeared behind his hair.
He liked to style himself a prince, but he wouldn't say it and to hear this man brazenly declare it made him wonder if he wasn't raised in some cult or weird criminal organization. Or maybe he really was some eccentric royal from somewhere... or maybe he was just insane. That could work.
If Lear were nearer his age, he would have laughed in his face. As he remained older, Trip silenced it.
"... yeah, no kidding. You ever hear of this place? The locals called it Turnbloom... even the region's name isn't one I've ever heard of. Some placed called Ultern."
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As Lear dramatically held out a hand and announced himself a future king, Trip looked from his face down to his hand with undisguised disdain, brows shooting up so high, they nearly disappeared behind his hair.
He liked to style himself a prince, but he wouldn't say it and to hear this man brazenly declare it made him wonder if he wasn't raised in some cult or weird criminal organization. Or maybe he really was some eccentric royal from somewhere... or maybe he was just insane. That could work.
If Lear were nearer his age, he would have laughed in his face. As he remained older, Trip silenced it.
"... yeah, no kidding. You ever hear of this place? The locals called it Turnbloom... even the region's name isn't one I've ever heard of. Some placed called Ultern."
Work together?
"Thanks, but I work alone..."