"Bandochel, this is important," Harlowe insists.
You feel your gorge rising to be ordered about thus at the end of a long trip. [+Bile] "A few moments will scarcely make a difference," you snap. "I will be on my way the instant my goods are safely stowed."
"Your goods and costumes will be fine."
"Hardly. By the way, your costume is ridiculous," you say, gesturing at the odd, starched lace collar around her neck. "Please don't tell me such things have gone into style in the past half-month."
You bicker back and forth until Harlowe finally breaks away in impatience, having other performers to hear reports from. [-Harlowe]
You grab your trunk and indicate for Brute to follow. The beast is pleased to stretch its legs at last, and after divining your sour mood, is more than content to amuse itself. [+Brute] You try not to snap at it as it hoots and tumbles alongside you all the way back to the East Tower.
Onward