10-06-2013, 05:46 PM
"The slaughterhouse wouldn't be so bad. I'm just east of the Caern's Bawn myself-- driving all the way through the city and north to your ranch did a number on my gas tank that I'd like to avoid doing again." The tone wasn't fishing for any sort of apology-- she was just stating facts. The woman was a straightforward one.
He'll hear shuffling sounds in the background-- drawers opening, contents within them rattling about. When he says he recognizes her name, there's a brief pause, and then her voice is full of a warm glow of pride when she answers him back.
"Well, I'd hope so. The Hawkes family's been protecting Forgotten Questions pretty much since a Sept pulled together around that Caern." There's a ripping of paper in the background-- she was tearing a piece from a notebook or legal pad. "Not sure how much longer that'll keep going, though-- I'm the last one left, you know.
"What's the location of that slaughterhouse? And when are you headed there next?"
He'll hear shuffling sounds in the background-- drawers opening, contents within them rattling about. When he says he recognizes her name, there's a brief pause, and then her voice is full of a warm glow of pride when she answers him back.
"Well, I'd hope so. The Hawkes family's been protecting Forgotten Questions pretty much since a Sept pulled together around that Caern." There's a ripping of paper in the background-- she was tearing a piece from a notebook or legal pad. "Not sure how much longer that'll keep going, though-- I'm the last one left, you know.
"What's the location of that slaughterhouse? And when are you headed there next?"