?I also thought you might find this good for a chuckle.? Badger said, concluding a recitation of the day?s investigations and current events. The gangly youth held up a poster with one hand and offered Alysia a copy of a press release with the other.
?Oh gods, what is this. . .? muttered the priestess, seated next to a large fireplace. She leaned forward to examine the poster, then glanced critically up at Badger. His cheeks and nose were red with cold, his boots were muddy, and his shoulders were damp with snowmelt. ?You?re a mess. You couldn?t take the time to clean up before reporting to your employer??
?You employ zombies, and you?re worried about what I look like?? His amber eyes glittered as he tried not to laugh.
Behind Alysia, a maid turned away and tittered, then returned to her task of brushing tangles out of the priestess? long hair. Badger grinned, adding, ?Read it. It looks like someone?s a tiny bit uneasy about Wolvinator coming out tops in the election .?
?Who cares?? Alysia rolled her eyes.?The position of governor grants no true authority. The real power in the City is held by other hands.?
?I care. I like politics,? Badger shrugged. ?And I?m supposed to learn as much about it as I can. Rhydin?s a good model. The consensus seems to be Wolvinator will take as much power as he can get and wield it like a weapon. He might even be effective - which is why you should be concerned.?
?Doubt it,? mused Alysia. ?But since you think it?s important. . .? She skimmed through the press release with a bored expression. ?Isn?t this the guy who said the bedamned zoo was laundering money? Pregnant angel. . . how sordid, wonder who the daddy was.?
?No idea.? The amber-eyed youth moved closer to the fireplace, trying to dry out.
?Anti-slaver. . . gods and demons, good luck stomping that out.? She looked up and sneered at Badger. ?Ignorance of the profession... Who does he think is going to teach those dainty little toys to actually work for wages instead of waiting upon their owners? I have yet to find a slave that truly deplored her chains. Most of them beg to end up back in their Master?s pen after a week of freedom. ?
?Oh gods, what is this. . .? muttered the priestess, seated next to a large fireplace. She leaned forward to examine the poster, then glanced critically up at Badger. His cheeks and nose were red with cold, his boots were muddy, and his shoulders were damp with snowmelt. ?You?re a mess. You couldn?t take the time to clean up before reporting to your employer??
?You employ zombies, and you?re worried about what I look like?? His amber eyes glittered as he tried not to laugh.
Behind Alysia, a maid turned away and tittered, then returned to her task of brushing tangles out of the priestess? long hair. Badger grinned, adding, ?Read it. It looks like someone?s a tiny bit uneasy about Wolvinator coming out tops in the election .?
?Who cares?? Alysia rolled her eyes.?The position of governor grants no true authority. The real power in the City is held by other hands.?
?I care. I like politics,? Badger shrugged. ?And I?m supposed to learn as much about it as I can. Rhydin?s a good model. The consensus seems to be Wolvinator will take as much power as he can get and wield it like a weapon. He might even be effective - which is why you should be concerned.?
?Doubt it,? mused Alysia. ?But since you think it?s important. . .? She skimmed through the press release with a bored expression. ?Isn?t this the guy who said the bedamned zoo was laundering money? Pregnant angel. . . how sordid, wonder who the daddy was.?
?No idea.? The amber-eyed youth moved closer to the fireplace, trying to dry out.
?Anti-slaver. . . gods and demons, good luck stomping that out.? She looked up and sneered at Badger. ?Ignorance of the profession... Who does he think is going to teach those dainty little toys to actually work for wages instead of waiting upon their owners? I have yet to find a slave that truly deplored her chains. Most of them beg to end up back in their Master?s pen after a week of freedom. ?