[ richard sharpe is starting to doubt that the word was even english. luckily, he is not left to stew in his doubt for long. pale green eyes -- livelier than his soured expression, that's for certain -- shift abruptly from the sign to the swearer. the blooded. the man. a twig of a lad, from the looks of him.
the soldier frowns, taking the sudden greeting as an invitation to step nearer. ]
Careful, lad. You'll bleed all over your pretty little...[ whatever the hell this is ] shop?
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the soldier frowns, taking the sudden greeting as an invitation to step nearer. ]
Careful, lad. You'll bleed all over your pretty little...[ whatever the hell this is ] shop?