"That's Doty," says Taryon; he's pretty used to this reaction by this point, the way people in backwater towns react to the construct. "Doty," he calls over his shoulder. "Say hello."
A creak of metal as Doty lifts one big metal fist and the fingers loosen into an open palm, before he waves stiffy.
"Very good. Doty, do resume taking down the elf woman's information." When she gives it to them. Which will be soon, right? Of course. He offered her an entire silver, after all.
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Date: 2018-04-22 09:05 pm (UTC)A creak of metal as Doty lifts one big metal fist and the fingers loosen into an open palm, before he waves stiffy.
"Very good. Doty, do resume taking down the elf woman's information." When she gives it to them. Which will be soon, right? Of course. He offered her an entire silver, after all.