
❝ Give me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. ❞Bree looked up at the new arrival who, again without a greeting, sat in his corner. In the few moments he was visible, she scanned his face and tried to sort it to a name in her memory. She recognised the man, certainly, but who was he? She racked her brain and threw a glance at the man who had slunk into the shadows. Franklyn. He was that androgynous guy, or girl. She pitied him, not for what he was, but for others reaction to that. It wasn't fair. There again, life wasn't fair and Bree knew it. But he would have to work with them if he was in their group, and he didn't seem like the type to just wonder into this building and sit in a random side chamber. Plus he was antisocial, at least in Brees opinion.
"Franklyn, right?" she asked him, determined not to let him become an outsider before the group had even started on its way. Bree didn't consider herself extremely social, but compared to the two...men who had joined her, she was.
He didn't answer, but he didn't seem shy. Maybe he was afraid. And again, she felt pity. He didn't even seem string enough for this quest, but Bree guessed she didn't look her strength, either; A tall girl with a decently-pretty face, in her opinion. Yes, she had a great axe, but that could have been show, even if it wasn't.
The next arrival came. He had an ugly, fake-looking smile on his face, and Bree felt immediate dislike. She looked up at him, and if looks could kill, the man, who obviously thought a lot of himself, and little of the others, especially Franklyn, would have been dead. bree had the strong impulse to draw her axe and challenge the man to a spar, but that would have been extreme counterproductive to their mission, plus she didn't know his skills. Yet. On second glance, she recognised him, though the last time she had seen him had been a while ago; he had gotten himself arrested for a drunken brawl. She had been one of the people who had dragged him out of it, and give him to another officer. Chester, the guy with more brawn than brains, as an officer had told her later.
Suddenly she smiled. If he thought she was an easy target, he was wrong. Bree looked at him, wondering if he remembered her. She hadn't been kind to him, and happily give him one or two slaps to the face, to bring him to his senses. If he did, he would probably have an even stronger dislike of her than before. Or a sense of acknowledgement, but that was too much to hope for. Bree knew she would have to prove herself to him before she could even hope of getting her fellows anywhere, but she wasn't going to go around trying to prove herself, that wasn't needed. Chess would find out soon enough. He wasn't worth it.
"Chester." she nodded to him.
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