08-05-2018, 07:45 AM
Darby struggled to his feet, his stomach gurgling loudly. Perhaps something hadn't settled in right, or perhaps he had developed some kind of fey allergy.
"Darbison here ... *Cough* Jackson Esquire. Present. Accounted for. I've not worked for this lady nor almost any other. Also, I know nothing about your family history."
"Darbison here ... *Cough* Jackson Esquire. Present. Accounted for. I've not worked for this lady nor almost any other. Also, I know nothing about your family history."


