08-23-2018, 09:06 AM
Maverick's misplaced assertion of Catheryn's authority has her smiling, just a little. Her lips curve up in a semblance of a smirk as she glances at Marko before turning back to the leader of the Berserker's. "He's right," she says simply, offering nothing more than that. Catheryn isn't leader for several reasons, the chief of which being that she just doesn't care enough about the townspeople to hold a position of responsibility over them. Besides, if Marko wants her advice, he'll ask, and she'll answer if he can look her in the eye for more than five seconds without flinching.
"We're all friends here," Catheryn says next, and the tone of her words (a little whimsical, if the word can be used to describe her) is obviously purposefully designed to betray the fact that she is absolutely, a hundred percent, lying. She doesn't really have friends, but Marko, for once in his short life, is right. Whatever Maverick wants to say can be said in public, because then if he messes up she'll have a good reason to spread his entrails across the asphalt. Not that the lack of a good reason would've stopped her, if she so desired.
"We're all friends here," Catheryn says next, and the tone of her words (a little whimsical, if the word can be used to describe her) is obviously purposefully designed to betray the fact that she is absolutely, a hundred percent, lying. She doesn't really have friends, but Marko, for once in his short life, is right. Whatever Maverick wants to say can be said in public, because then if he messes up she'll have a good reason to spread his entrails across the asphalt. Not that the lack of a good reason would've stopped her, if she so desired.
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