Ugh, thank you, accusations with internal logic only, please!
[Sypha clucks to the mule, whose ears have been swiveling wildly this whole time at the addition of a new voice to the wagon discourse. It will settle eventually, she assumes; the smell of a recently deceased fox shouldn't be enough to spook a beast of burden as practiced as this one.
She nods in sympathy as the man lists off insulting nicknames, only for her own ears to perk up at one that strikes her as both strangely out of place and familiar. She's keeps her voice carefully curious when she asks:]
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[Sypha clucks to the mule, whose ears have been swiveling wildly this whole time at the addition of a new voice to the wagon discourse. It will settle eventually, she assumes; the smell of a recently deceased fox shouldn't be enough to spook a beast of burden as practiced as this one.
She nods in sympathy as the man lists off insulting nicknames, only for her own ears to perk up at one that strikes her as both strangely out of place and familiar. She's keeps her voice carefully curious when she asks:]
'Forgemaster'?