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[trueltning_fury]

[hell yeah you can, case in point sitting right here nonchalantly enjoying this mediocre ale]

Be my guest, but if you start dancing on tables I reserve the right to zap you.

[eyebrow-quirk. He will, don't tempt him.]

[latkje]

How can you say that when you've never seen me dance?

[ He doesn't actually think Geddoe is bluffing. ]

[trueltning_fury]

[that just deserves another deadpan. Really, Nash? You want him to whip out the lightning right now just to prevent that sight?]

I think I can live without it.

[latkje]

Yes, we've established you're very survivable. Don't worry, I only perform for a crowd. [ He makes a theatrical gesture with his hand, but his expression stays level. He isn't that drunk. ] You know Nadir offered me a job, after the war? I might have lied about not having one.

[ He takes a sip, shrugging. ]

[trueltning_fury]

[oh dear god not Nadir]

He did claim to have an eye for talent, didn't he? Which didn't stop him from torturing me, but what can you do. [morale, etc. It worked once and never again.] What, the idea of the constant spotlight not as appealing as it sounds on paper?

[latkje]

[ Nash winces. ]

I don't think my boss would like it. [ And hey, he already gets to act for his job. ] Also he made me play a sheep.

[trueltning_fury]

[Geddoe actually almost chokes on his drink] ...he made you what?

[he does remember being off on a mission during the time Nash was presumably acting in a play back at Budehuc, something something missed the chance to see something funny, and then forgot about it. So being reminded now...damn, he really did miss his chance.]

[latkje]

I had three lines, I think. [ He takes another sip of his drink, straightfaced. ] They were all "baaa."

[trueltning_fury]

[he's not even trying not to smirk this time]

At least you could probably memorize those. [snort!] What the hell play was that?

[latkje]

"The Boy Who Cried Wolf." It's about someone who lies so much that on one believes him when he's telling the truth.

[trueltning_fury]

Ah, that old chestnut. [and, hence, the sheep. The idea of Nash in a sheep outfit still makes him snort under his breath, he can't stop]

I would make some sort of crack about Nadir casting people in roles to help them learn something but I don't think you can learn a lot from a sheep.

[latkje]

Or a parable about the dangers of lying.

[ What could he learn from that? ]

[trueltning_fury]

[Nash please]

He probably simply knew better than to cast you in any of the love stories.

[of which there was...one...that any of them knew anyway.]

[latkje]

He put me in Neclord's End.

[ That's… not a love story, Nash. ]

[trueltning_fury]

[oh hey that brings up something far more interesting than Nadir...

Geddoe leans closer across the table.]

Were you involved in that war at all? I thought he had a lot of guts putting on a play using historical events that people present might have actually participated in.

[latkje]

Not that part of it. I was assigned to Dunan back in '60, though. [ A pause, as he mulls something over. For once, he doesn't drink. ]

And Sierra is my wife.

[trueltning_fury]

[boy it's a good thing he wasn't drinking just at that moment, there would be ale everywhere. Geddoe freezes in place and stares. He was wandering the continent, still, at the time of the Dunan Unification War, stayed out of it but knew enough of it to know the major players.]

...you're shitting me.

[it's all he can say, even though he's pretty sure Nash is absolutely not shitting him. Sure puts their earlier discussion of the longsuffering wife into perspective, doesn't it?]

[latkje]

[ He thinks about it— putting a gloved finger on his chin. ]

No, I don't think so.

[ It would a pretty good joke, if he weren't the punchline. ]

[trueltning_fury]

[just shaking his head]

I've heard rumors. Does she, in fact, have a True Rune?

[he'll have to take back everything he was blathering about earlier, for when Runebearers hook up with mortals]

[latkje]

Didn't you see the play? That was something they got right.

[trueltning_fury]

I didn't, must have been one of those times I was off with Hugo. I distinctly remember Futch having opinions about it. That was when I had to wonder who else around the castle might have been involved.

[latkje]

Like I said, I wasn't. [ Only a substitute Flik. ] You could try talking to Lilly Pendragon. [ She'd had definite opinions and no hesitation making them known. ]

[trueltning_fury]

[talk to Lily? He's not thatcurious]

Wait..he cast you in a play that distinctly involved your wife. Don't tell me he cast you as Neclord.

[equal parts hilarious and awkward, sorry man]

[latkje]

No. I wanted to be Sierra.

[ Of course he did. ]

[trueltning_fury]

Of course, because you could probably pull off the dress better than Chris.

[Nadir please...although this is an even better story than drunken duck Nash so]