She waited long enough.
If she'd waited any longer, she might've gone as batty as the rest of these Rhydin folk.
Still, she was at least somewhat amused — how often do you get away with whacking an ill-mannered pirate and teaching him a lesson? Ada Huchinson had been at it all day behind her desk and in this infernal heat, she had needed a break. So she had tried that establishment called the Red Dragon Inn. It was filled with young whelps that lacked manners and a troop of lascivious men who probably didn't think above the belt. Displeasing as it was to the conservative old biddy, she did get a laugh out of being able to whack someone into shape. Sort of.
But damn and blazing hells, she had waited long enough!
He'd told her to meet him and saints preserve her, she was more punctual than a stopwatch. Her source however, was as dependable as a Yellowknife winter storm. She waited for a few hours, thinking maybe he'd gotten lost or into some kind of spat as youths tend to do these days. And the longer she waited, the snarkier she got.
It took two glasses of ice water with lemon to remotely cool her off. It took an only slightly less snarky dame to soften up her edges and get her at least a hand in hunting down a valuable but unreliable source named Malcolm.
Indeed, she waited long enough.
If she'd waited any longer, she might've gone as batty as the rest of these Rhydin folk.
Still, she was at least somewhat amused — how often do you get away with whacking an ill-mannered pirate and teaching him a lesson? Ada Huchinson had been at it all day behind her desk and in this infernal heat, she had needed a break. So she had tried that establishment called the Red Dragon Inn. It was filled with young whelps that lacked manners and a troop of lascivious men who probably didn't think above the belt. Displeasing as it was to the conservative old biddy, she did get a laugh out of being able to whack someone into shape. Sort of.
But damn and blazing hells, she had waited long enough!
He'd told her to meet him and saints preserve her, she was more punctual than a stopwatch. Her source however, was as dependable as a Yellowknife winter storm. She waited for a few hours, thinking maybe he'd gotten lost or into some kind of spat as youths tend to do these days. And the longer she waited, the snarkier she got.
It took two glasses of ice water with lemon to remotely cool her off. It took an only slightly less snarky dame to soften up her edges and get her at least a hand in hunting down a valuable but unreliable source named Malcolm.
Indeed, she waited long enough.