Alan replies, with an effortless sophistication and charm — or, ah, how he might were he not a backwater bumpkin presently trying to peel off several chestnut shells with his teeth. It really comes out more of a thug whugher pahlagh.
Whatever that is may not be particularly Orlesian, but it at least sounds rather more plausible.
(The trick of getting into Orlesian parties is to be difficult to find when they come to throw you out.)
"There was a ball —" He neatly aspirates half a shell and turns to cough. Another moment before: "— Everyone went. You didn't go?"
Lukas seems fancy enough. There were plenty of fancy people there. Quod erat demonstradum.
no subject
Alan replies, with an effortless sophistication and charm — or, ah, how he might were he not a backwater bumpkin presently trying to peel off several chestnut shells with his teeth. It really comes out more of a thug whugher pahlagh.
Whatever that is may not be particularly Orlesian, but it at least sounds rather more plausible.
(The trick of getting into Orlesian parties is to be difficult to find when they come to throw you out.)
"There was a ball —" He neatly aspirates half a shell and turns to cough. Another moment before: "— Everyone went. You didn't go?"
Lukas seems fancy enough. There were plenty of fancy people there. Quod erat demonstradum.