O, Apple of His Eye - Ch4

Raphael and Tav argue about who saved Baldur's Gate. Harlot joins in and Raphael tells her to stay out of it. Tav mentions a book that proves her point. They argue about various things and Harlep is kicked out of the room. O APPLE OF HIS EYE BY A TRUE NEUTRAL CHAPTER FOUR YOU'RE WRONG YOU'RE WRONG! IT WAS THE CHAMPIONS OF VALOR WHO SAVED BALDR'S GATE BY DEFEATING THE WIZARD YAKTU-ZIM. I'M NEVER WRONG, RAPHAEL REPLIED COOLLY, HIS BACK TO HER AS HE PENNED LETTERS AT THE NEARBY VANITY. HA! TAV SHOUTED FROM THE RESTORATION BATH. SHE WAS CONTENT TO SOAK NOW THAT SHE WAS MOSTLY RELIEVED OF THE SORENESS AND WOUNDS INFLICTED BY HER RECENT ADVENTURE. IT'S BEEN FOUR MONTHS, AND I COULD COUNT ON AN ENTIRE HAND HOW MANY TIMES YOU'VE BEEN WRONG, THIS TIME BEING ONE OF THEM. I COULD ADD MY HANDS TO THAT AS WELL, HARLOT REMARKED SLYLY FROM THE OPPOSITE END OF THE POOL. RAPHAEL FROZE, AND AFTER A FEW SECONDS HE TURNED, SCOWLING, WHILE HIS EXPRESSION WAS FOR BOTH RESIDENTS OF THE BATH, HIS WORDS WERE ONLY FOR ONE. YOU STAY OUT OF THIS, HE SAID TO HARLOT. YES, HARLOT, MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, TAV ADDED WITH A GLARE. THE INCUBUS HAD TAKEN TO INVADING HER BATHS WHENEVER POSSIBLE, DESPITE HER OFTEN TIRED PROTESTS, AND TO TEASE AND SPITE HER ON THIS PARTICULAR NIGHT, THEIR FOOT CENTRALLY GRAZED HER LEG FOR A TIRESOME THIRD TIME. TAB'S SCOWL MATCHED RAPHAEL'S AS SHE MOVED TO SIT ON A STEP THAT WAS OUT OF THEIR CURRENT REACH. RAPHAEL'S ORANGE AND YELLOW EYES IRATELY WATCHED HER. I'M NOT WRONG ON THIS OCCASION, AND YOU WOULD BE FILLING UP YOUR HAND WITH LIE UPON LIE, HE STATED. TO THAT, I, AGAIN, SAY HA. TAB'S SMILE WAS IMPISH AS SHE RAISED A FINGER. IT WAS THE CHAMPIONS OF VALOR. I HAVE THE BOOK AT HOME TO PROVE IT. ANOTHER RAISED. LIZARDFOLK HOLD THEIR BREATH UNDERWATER FOR FAR LONGER THAN TEN MINUTES, YOU ASS. I LEARNED THAT THE HARD WAY. THE SPECIFIC DECK OF MANY THINGS YOU RECEIVED TONIGHT HAS TWENTY-ONE CARDS, NOT TWENTY-TWO, LIKE YOU SAID AN HOUR AGO. AND ANOTHER. ROTODENDRONS ARE NOT MY FAVORITE FLOWER. AND THEN THE FIFTH AND FINAL FINGER. CHEESEMANSEY IS A COMPLETELY VALID FORM OF COMBAT THAT I AM MORE THAN HAPPY TO DEMONSTRATE ON HARLEP. RAFAEL'S FACE WAS FULL OF DISDAIN, AND HE SOON TURNED BACK AROUND TO RETURN TO HIS LETTER WRITING. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER, THEN, HE ASKED FOR A MINUTE. FORGET ME NOTS, SHE SAID. HOW DISGUSTINGLY SWEET, HARLEP BEMOANED. THEY THEN BEGAN TO RUB THEIR HANDS TOGETHER. MY LIST IS FAR MORE ILLUMINATING WHEN IT COMES TO YOUR ERRORS, MASTER. HARLEP DID NOT GET PAST THE FIRST FINGER BEFORE THEY WERE FORCIBLY BANISHED FROM THE BOUDOIR.