Absinthe, on the other hand, is fussed about the lack of payment- she gripes and whines to the farmer about it, before sulking off to survey the damage she'd wrecked in the wake of things.
She won't admit it, but the farmer did have a point when he retorted that she had killed a lot of chickens. In her defense, they kept going for her or Ardyn. As the Tiefling spins away from the disgruntled farmer in a full sulk, Ardyn comes up to her, and his remark does bouy her mood somewhat.
“Yeah! We did good, even if the farmer doesn't get it.” She stares at the closest chicken corpse obliterated by a 1d10 Eldritch Blast, the wheels in her mind spinning again. “Thanks for partying up with me. You think some of those chickens I shot would do anything for you?”
That's not much worse than the compensation they would've gotten anyway, she thinks. Freshly killed chicken is even better than eggs and feathers!
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She won't admit it, but the farmer did have a point when he retorted that she had killed a lot of chickens. In her defense, they kept going for her or Ardyn. As the Tiefling spins away from the disgruntled farmer in a full sulk, Ardyn comes up to her, and his remark does bouy her mood somewhat.
“Yeah! We did good, even if the farmer doesn't get it.” She stares at the closest chicken corpse obliterated by a 1d10 Eldritch Blast, the wheels in her mind spinning again. “Thanks for partying up with me. You think some of those chickens I shot would do anything for you?”
That's not much worse than the compensation they would've gotten anyway, she thinks. Freshly killed chicken is even better than eggs and feathers!