CRYSTAL | maybe you should wait.

[poleaxed]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Jone
RECIPIENT: Y'all
NOTES: Comments may be spicy.

Is anybody dreaming of getting back topside? Know I am. Blimey, a sweaty fucking pit, is Orzammar.

We've a tennis court. That's jeu de paume for the rest of you. [Her Orlesian is surprisingly not terrible.] It ought to be finished by the time we're back. I know, I know, you don't like to train in the yard, it hurts your knees or your bloody feelings. That's what the court's for. Let's play a game and get your stamina up, aye?

Noticed we've had some new folk lately, and I wanna say again: I'm Jone, the six-foot-bitch in the training yard with the red hair. I'll train you, and I'll do it right. You ain't for swords, we'll find what you're for. Free fucking service, you only have to make an effort.

Think of it this way: if you work hard enough, get strong enough, one day you'll get to break me nose.

Comments

[acreage]

I'd ask if you're trying to tell us something, but the answer seems pretty clear.

[poleaxed]

Yeah, yeah. I'm a fighter, and I fight, and I can take the hits.

When'll I see you for tennis, then?

[acreage]

That depends on how willing you are to teach me how to play.

[poleaxed]

It's me job! Won't even break your nose.

[acreage]

Well, how can I say not to that.

[poleaxed]

Like everyone else. S'easy.

We could all use stamina training, and tennis makes it fun. Be a bloody role model.

no*, close enOUGH

[acreage]

Alright, alright.

[ as if he hadn't made up his mind in agreement, already. ]

How many people have you recruited so far?

[poleaxed]

Four? Six? I'll do the tally when we get back, and try not to carve notches out of you in the meantime.

[acreage]

I don't think I remember hearing about tennis ever being this violent.

[poleaxed]

I have a way with words... and everything else, like.