* Sadurean heads in through the back door of the Tousled Lass. It's early in the morning, his first shift not yet begun and probably early enough that there's no patronage at the establishment yet. He's wearing his Frost Watch uniform and has the falchion strapped at his side. He'll head up the stairs without bothering to peek into the kitchens and say hello like he normally might have, and instead just knocks at Miesha's office door.
<Sadurean> Miesha's office door.
<Miesha> The typical response of "Enter," met the bard's knock, and when he did open the door, he would find the plump proprietor of the Lass behind her desk, flipping through what were likely accounting books. He gained her attention when he entered, though, he not being anyone she had expected. "Good morning, Sadurean."
* Sadurean smiles to the woman, and will pull the door closed behind him and approach her desk. He sits down while he runs a hand back through his hair irritable, the thick black locks too short now to pull back into a ponytail. "Hello Miesha.. I was wondering, do you know when the auditions are going to be for the Aurora Concert?"
<Miesha> "I do," she responded slowly, closing the books in front of her. She gave him a weighing look with her deep brown eyes, then continued. "They'll be the first week of September like they usually are." She folded ehr hands, pausing again, then seemed to resolve herself. "This information is posted all over the guild hall." Oh yes, she was getting to something with that.
<Sadurean> "Yeah, I figured, but.. I thought I would come say hello and see how you're doing! How are things? I don't really hear much now that Evi has her bakery and isn't working here anymore." And what a relief -that- is.
* Roz is now known as RozShower
<Miesha> Yeah right, that's what he was thinking. Miesha could see everything fitting into place, and she couldn't help but press her lips together in irritation. "You're avoiding your father." And oh yes, he could likely gather what her opinion of that was.
* Sadurean works his jaw in silence for a moment, then shrugs. "So? Wouldn't you?" All he has to look forward to is getting yelled at a lot. It's not exactly the kind of thing a person wants to volunteer for. "Besides, last time I talked to him he threw me out."
* Miesha took a slow breath and squared the books on her desk. "Do you realize that your father sold nearly all of his possessions to get you returned safely?" Oh yes, Miesha knew about that. And who would have talked to her about it if not Kaden? Likely Sadurean should be thanking Miesha that he was back in one piece... an living.
<Sadurean> "I knew it was a lot.. but I'm sure he could afford it. He works for the Khova." Sadurean has never had the best concept of monetary values in terms of large amounts. He would have taken the four hundred gold that Farthing originally offered. It was Evi that talked sense into him about it.
<Miesha> "Knew it was a lot...?" The utter shock in Miesha's voice and tone was likely Sadurean had never witnessed before, let alone been the cause of. Here she'd defended the boy to his father more times than she cared to remember, and he came back with something like that! "Ye gods, Sadueran! He sold -everything- but his house! Everything! And I imagine you haven't even considered thanking him for it?" As she went on she slowl
<Miesha> on she slowly rose from her seat, hands planted on the desk as she leaned over it towards him. He had exceeded the bounds that she was willing to forgive him for.
<Sadurean> His eyes widen and he stares at her in silence for a long time, slightly shaken by the unexpectated anger from the woman that's always been so kind. "I.. I'm sorry.." Is he actually cowed? It's seems so. She's been the closest thing he's had to a mother in last five years and he's not willing to sever that connection just yet. "I was going to go.. but.. he's going to scream, and .. " He trails off, unsure what to say.
<Sadurean> unsure what to say.
<Miesha> His apology seemed to mollify her somewhat and she eased back, though she didn't yet sit. "Avoiding him isn't going to change anything, Sadruean. You need to talk to him. You need to apologize to him. You need to thank him for everything he's given up for you." She's being adamant about this. Perhaps this is no business of hers, but she's hated the position the pair had put themselves into, and if she could help them rect
<Miesha> help them rectify it, well, damn it, she would try. And if he balked at that, Miesha had a trump left up her sleeve, too, though it was possible the bard would hate her for pulling it.
* Sadurean has no clever retort for that. He knows it's the truth and he's not so blind as his father when it comes to things being spelled out for him. He picks at a loose thread on his glove, "Couldn't you jsut tell him for me?" Such a cowardly approach, but it would be a lot easier for him and it's not like anyone else would know.
<Miesha> "What? No!" A glove is snatched up from somewhere and she throws it at the bard. "Go talk to your father!" She thrust a finger towards teh door, impelling him to leave her office with that simple gesture. She wasn't going to tollerate any more foot-dragging form the young man.
* Sadurean tries to think of a good rebuttal, but he knows that -she- knows him too well, and just sighs instead, tossing the glove back onto her desk. "Maybe I can get some armor from the barracks before I go.." He mutters, thinking a little extra protection might be a good idea, since Kaden likes to throw things. Not that the man has ever thrown anything at him before, but he's never cost the man two thousand gold before either.
<Sadurean> gold before either.
* Sadurean will head out then, before she can answer his last remark. No need to get Miesha any more angry, that's a side of her that's just a bit intimidating.
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