Bit of both. [ He laughs. There's much getting into and getting out of trouble.
Annaliese is well on her way to making a new friend right in front of her! Brickston finds her very easy to talk to and her mannerisms relatable; proper, regal, and perhaps a hunger for the antithesis of that. He was raised with all the suffocating pomp of a noble family; an only child to an overprotective mother and a powerful but distant father. He gets easily attached to anyone who gives him an iota of time and attention, for better or worse. ]
It's ah... well. Sort of a funny story, miss Annaliese. [ He smiles and scratches his neck briefly, clears his throat. ] I sought them out. Accused them of smuggling materials involved in my father's murder. [ He gestures vaguely (uncomfortably) to his face—collateral damage in said murder. ]
Took some time and energy but I tracked them down and stowed away on Booker's vessel, intending to confront them in such a manner they'd have no choice but to heed to my demands. [ Brickston was promptly scruffed at the collar like a lost kitten. ] But as it turns out they were in the middle of another job... smuggling to my great surprise a consulate noblewoman—Eshala of House Ankhayat—from far off Iruvia to far beyond the borders of our city. I couldn't very well let such a diplomatic endeavor go poorly. [ He may have also developed a teensy tiny crush on Eshala, a small motivating factor. ]
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Annaliese is well on her way to making a new friend right in front of her! Brickston finds her very easy to talk to and her mannerisms relatable; proper, regal, and perhaps a hunger for the antithesis of that. He was raised with all the suffocating pomp of a noble family; an only child to an overprotective mother and a powerful but distant father. He gets
easily attached to anyone who gives him an iota of time and attention, for better or worse. ]
It's ah... well. Sort of a funny story, miss Annaliese. [ He smiles and scratches his neck briefly, clears his throat. ] I sought them out. Accused them of smuggling materials involved in my father's murder. [ He gestures vaguely (uncomfortably) to his face—collateral damage in said murder. ]
Took some time and energy but I tracked them down and stowed away on Booker's vessel, intending to confront them in such a manner they'd have no choice but to heed to my demands. [ Brickston was promptly scruffed at the collar like a lost kitten. ] But as it turns out they were in the middle of another job... smuggling to my great surprise a consulate noblewoman—Eshala of House Ankhayat—from far off Iruvia to far beyond the borders of our city. I couldn't very well let such a diplomatic endeavor go poorly. [ He may have also developed a teensy tiny crush on Eshala, a small motivating factor. ]