031 - Northwest Berry Trio

[deadly_ned]

[Icy blue eyes - not the Piemaker's eyes - focus intently back at the rest of the Barge. When he speaks, he doesn't mention who he's speaking to: it's clear it's to one specific person he has in mind. Digby hides under the bed, as the Piemaker grasps meat cleaver and tenderizer in both hands]

Ready to serve, Master.

Comments

[deadly_ned]

Arthas.

[Pls, as if there would be any other kings here]

[logistical]

[Spock could probably make a list of everyone who'd get away with being royalty here.]

You have not considered an alternative lifestyle?

[deadly_ned]

That's what my cellmate asked me when I told him I was a piemaker.

[logistical]

To my knowledge you were content to make pies.

Why serve Arthas?

[deadly_ned]

I have no choice or desire to do anything else.

[logistical]

Truly?

[deadly_ned]

Yes.

Everything is so much simpler now.

[logistical]

Has he harmed you?

[deadly_ned]

He saved me.

[He sliced my throat and gave me my only death toll]

[logistical]

How.

[deadly_ned]

He rescued me from all the worry and aggravation of life.

[logistical]

In other words, he killed you.

[deadly_ned]

Yes.

[logistical]

When did this occur?

[deadly_ned]

...A day ago, but I can't be sure. It seems longer.