Found:
Head high. Arms behind back. A posture so stiff that one could bend horseshoes around it. Words so formal as to be rehearsed. Insincerity at its finest. This was supposed to be an apology? It held all the hallmarks of a chastised child forced to say such things against his will. All he had to do was be honest about the cause, but instead he offered excuses. A sore foot - no doubt brought about by the kicking of the closed tavern door minutes before - his own fault. A bit too much to drink. Wrong place, wrong time - so now it's my fault? Noted and rejected.
He tried so hard to keep up the act that I almost believed him. Almost. He couldn't resist a barbed comment before stropping out though. Anything to cushion his ego and lend him a false sense of security at other people's expense. Typical for him when he doesn't get the response he wants.
At least the baker looked happier when I saw her today. And Rahvic has cheered up considerably in light of his recent rejection. I suspect Lithy has something to do with that - an association which I am inclined to encourage! It will do him good to find some joy.
Between meals in the Wolf, chats with my newly-acquired brother-figure and suffering through everyone else's dramas, I've found myself quite enjoying the company of a man named Crow. He's different to those I usually come across in this place and is capable of offering quite interesting opinions when he deems fit.
Despite some recent annoyances, there have been some bright spots in this otherwise tedious little land.
