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[rowancrowned]

( the paste-covered nug is currently sitting on the windowsill, and the stuffed one has taken the place of pride on his mantelpiece- formerly occupied by a fen'harel mask, now regulated, face up, to a high shelf- and thranduil placidly watches the back-and-forth until Athessa comes into his office. )

I applaud the ingenuity. Where did you find the nug?

( aka is it domestic. )

[sulahnan]

Bought it off a guy in Lowtown, [ For a very reasonable price, too. ]

Turns out the ferryman doesn't like nugs much, which is fair because nugs don't seem to like him either.

[ The poor ferryman spent half of the ride from Kirkwall sopping wet, thanks to that blasted nug. ]

[rowancrowned]

He is a drunkard and a wastrel, ( thranduil says, still not having forgiven him for the time he had to haul the man out of the water. it was possibly another ferryman. thranduil might be bad at telling them apart.

he softens. smiles, even. )

Thank you.

[sulahnan]

[ She nods and smiles too, perfunctory, her best attempt at polite, and a little bit like she doesn't know how to eject from the conversation--but then she makes a face and repeats a word he used that she doesn't know the meaning of: ]

Wastrel?

[rowancrowned]

A good-for-nothing.

( briefly, the idea occurs to him: get one of the pirates to run the ferry. he dismisses it almost immediately. )

But I suppose I cannot cast stones. It is not my job, to row Riftwatch members back and forth all day.

[sulahnan]

Pretty sure you can cast stones. Probably cast them pretty far, too, considering the height advantage. [ Har-har, stupid joke. ]