Grayell shook his head and looked her up and down.
My advice was to sit down. You're tired and you're heated and you're messing with the wrong person. You're also stubborn. I can understand that. But I'm not giving you anything. This isn't charity. I'm asking that you share my meal with me as I would ... enjoy the company.
His teeth were almost clenched through that sentence. He was working hard to get her to be reasonable.
As I am asking you so damn politely, it would be rude of you refuse now, wouldn't it?
He took a seat himself and opened the basket of food he had brought for the absent Ranewen. He huffed out a frustrated breath and composed himself.
Besides. If you're going to work for me, then it's in my best interest to know you a little better, right? Consider this your job interview.
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Grayell had slid the flagon to her and was breaking bread when Orp walked in. He smiled as he noticed him.
Councilman Orp! This is Miss Mikael and she swung by to inquire about working for the guard. Seems she has plenty of experience and I was about to do a casual interview over some lunch.
Care to join us?
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Grayell swallowed the bread in his mouth, removed his knife and put it on the table. He nodded at the mutton in front of her.
Nothing much. I really would like to know why you want the position. All your insistence has me curious about you - but I have no idea why you're so passionate about working for the guard.
Margrett frowned, putting her leg on the table and pulling a knife from her steel boot. She put her leg back down on the floor and stabbed the meat with the knife, eating it as if it were on a stick.
My dad was a sheriff. He's gone, and I want to follow in his footsteps. He taught me how to fight, how to respect the Law, how to keep myself alive, how to lead people. She was silent for a moment, chewing.
This town has always been lawless, and I heard tell this town had put in a government. I figured you'd need some help keeping folks in line.
Grayell tilts his head and watches her, listening intently.
Aye we do, but you'll forgive me if I'm of the impression you're just looking for a fight. As it stands, I can't say I'm ready to let a stranger loose on the streets enforcing the law. No one in town knows you and handing you authority might come as something of a surprise. Then there's the matter of your insistence on being sheriff - well that would have to be earned of course.
Look Margrett, you're not the oddest person in Wistvale, not by a LONG shot. As for the end of the month, we'll just have to see won't we? A lot can happen in a month.
Grayell drank some of the wine and looked at the mutton he hadn't touched and just smiled. He wiped off his chin with the back of his hand and sighed contentedly.
Alright then, I suppose we give you a shot. Our current laws are posted plain as day on the front of the building. I'd like you to familiarize yourself with them when you're done eating. Meanwhile, I am going to get ready for our patrol.
Grayell winked and stood then, stretching his arms.
I could use the exercise.
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Grayell walked across to wear his leathers were and picked them up.
I did say OUR patrol.
He slips into the armor and straps it into place. He takes up his cloak and throws it over his shoulders and then folds the hood back. Lastly he picks up his blade, strapping it to this side.
If it's a quiet afternoon I'll shout your to dinner at the tavern. It's a good way to get to know the locals which should help you out. If not - well perhaps we'll see what you're made of.