"So that's all four items on your list checked off there, Maxie!"
"Indeed, so it is. Truly, Ser, I was wrong to doubt you."
"Yes, you were. Now pay me a ludicrous amount of money so we never have to see each other ever again."
"Actually, Ser Arisen, there is another matter to discuss."
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Max, I just finished all the shit you asked me to do! What now?!"
"His Grace, Duke Edmun Dragonsbane, has seen fit to grant you an audience."
"So he's finally decided to meet the man who's been doing literally all of the work around this shit hole? Alright. I'll accept his invitation. Wait, his name is Edmun? Not Edmund? I've been giving him an extra D this whole time that he didn't earn!"
"But not right now. The Duke's Demesne is off-limits at night. Come back tomorrow morning."
"What, the Little Eddy's got a curfew? Whatever. I'm in no hurry. I'm going to take this and see Fournival about some Periapts."
"One more thing, Arisen?"
"What now?"
"I advise you to bathe, Ser. For your own good."
That was the night I will always remember as the night I spent the night in prison for punching a knight in the throat. Where, ironically, they forced me to take a bath because the other prisoners were complaining about my naturally manly musk. With any luck, Max would never regain feeling below his neck.
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Luther's Adventure Log
FanfictionA satirical Dragon's Dogma account following the adventures of Luther Goodfisher, from the moment the Dragon Grigori eats his heart and he miraculously survives. Soon enough, Luther is joined on his adventure by a Pawn, a mysterious being from anot...
