Issue #10

[mistconduct]

So, if anyone gives a shit, I found my warden.


Not going to lie, I'm really kind of disappointed he's not dressed like a dwarf. Seriously, how perfect would that have been?


Anyway, he doesn't remember anything, which is just fucking great, so I might have to lure him back to the Barge with a trail of snacks or whatever.

Comments

[routemistress]

...Which tavern?

[Please don't let it be one of the ones she can't go back to without having to resist arrest.]

[mistconduct]

I don't know, it's got a big bird on the side of it. He's gone now. Why, what's it matter?

[routemistress]

...Oh bugger. That's the one with them dwarf miners that bet against us in that knife game. We didn't even bloody cheat that time. Anger issues, that lot.


'Ey, bag us a wanted poster and all, would you? Keep in touch.

[mistconduct]

Oh, what the fuck, Iris. You've got to be kidding me.

You're supposed to be setting an example, what the fuck is this?

[routemistress]

[Iris makes a rude noise.]

I'm on 'oliday. I've 'ad a gutful of bein' responsible this last week. Any road, no one got killed, what more d'you want.

[mistconduct]

I'm looking at your poster right now.

Hah, oh my god, what the shit did you even do. This is amazing.

I'll bring it back to show you, I've already got Rorschach's.

[routemistress]

We've got some mad skills between us we never get a chance to 'ave fun with on the boat, what can I say?

[Nope, not embarrassed at all.]

'Ey, there anything about the knife throwing scam on the posters? Oooh, that were fun.

[mistconduct]

Knife-throwing scam?

You're not a warden, this is bullshit. There is no fucking way you pull knife-throwing scams and pretend to have any kind of moral high ground.

[routemistress]

Oooh, got to go, lovey, something's come up!

Give us a shout if you need anything, right?

[mistconduct]

Fff, right. Right, sure, go on. I'll just be here, making sure my warden doesn't do anything retarded.