Bradhoc Browning

Rye

Script

Rye: *looks over at Bradhoc* Where is the pack of wolves? Or do you feed all the alligators in the sewers around here?

Bradhoc: Things have been... odd... since I returned. *repeats somberly*

Rye: Odd? *squints at the big hanging whole sides of meat*

Bradhoc: I was hoping to get an audience with Portia to discuss this situation, but it seems that... *pauses, slumping a bit against the wall, wheezing* ~I have no family left... no friends... my paid servants have abandoned their posts... and the Order has betrayed me... How can I own so much, but have so little?~

Rye: Well, human... *pauses* Bradhoc. It seems like you are starting to reach some form of Enlightenment.

Bradhoc: Enlightenment? Is that what you call this?

Rye: *walks to one of the cold shelves and picks up a very nice looking steak* Hey, now. You have something. *picks one up for Bradhoc too, and holds it up*

Bradhoc: The best cuts. Only the best. *brags a little, though with a weak smile*