~Zephrin Seams: Generosity and "Kindness"~
Impressed by the apprentice cook's politeness and professionalism Zephrin obliged him with a low and honorable bow. Zephrin may have been pompous, but he wasn't the sort to not
return politeness with rudeness. That was the sort of thing a pig would do. And he was no pig. "Thank you for your generosity and patience. The side plates would be fabulous."
He left the apprentice cook to do his job, returning to the serving table to get himself some appetizers and a drink. Perhaps he misjudged this town a bit. To have gone beyond what was expected, with such an impressive display of food. It was as if they were feeding nobility.'Well... They kind of are.'
he reminded himself with a vain smile.
Zephrin was happy to see that he wasn't the only one who had dressed for the occasion, like pathetic Crimcha with his emerald garb, even though it was a bit big
on him. Zephrin's nose twitched in indecision. He needed to fix that tank of a poncho one day, but today was not the day for that. Perhaps after they reached Crenshaw. Still, it didn't look that bad on him. The green went well with his skin.
Even the most dirtiest of peasants were dressed up. Zephrin's eyes sparkled with opportunity when he laid them on the normally disgusting Sandra Pikington. He had never seen the girl wear as much as a skirt before, let alone comb her hair
. He was just about to head her way so he could compliment her on her change in style and perhaps get to meet her well dressed and possibly rich
friend. Except at that moment what was perhaps the most brutish and disgusting person in the entire town had bumped into him; Baldemar Black
Zephrin hated the guy with a seething passion. He was a dirty slob, and probably couldn't carry on an intelligent conversation if his life depended on it. Tonight was his
moment, he didn't have time for the stupid inquiries of a pig
."For your information, I am currently in the process of producing a cloak for my travels"
he replied a matter-of-factually. "But if you are looking for any new garments that would cover up those cuts of yours I will gladly supply you with the some of most elaborate dresses I can find for your...size. I'm sure you would look lovely in them. The only issue I can see is payment, but I'm certain a person of your title could garner enough money needed for such expensive clothing, am I correct?"
Zephrin started wiping off his sleeve with a spare handkerchief as to clean it of whatever dirt that had rubbed off the miner onto him, waiting patiently for the miner's response.