"Of course we have no wish to harm the lady's husband," he murmurs in the general direction of his knees. "Pardon me while I retrieve my commanding officer and this can be sorted out, I'm sure -"
Linya sighs with genteel impatience. The scout scurries away and is replaced by a fellow in extremely dramatic face paint.
"Er, milady ghem...?"
"Miles," says Linya exasperatedly, "perhaps while we're at it you'd like to notify this fellow that contra precedent I did not marry a ghem-lord, as I'm sure he can see with his own eyes, and therefore have not adopted the syllable as though producing it from the aether?"
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The Cetagandan scout puts away the plasma arc.
"Of course we have no wish to harm the lady's husband," he murmurs in the general direction of his knees. "Pardon me while I retrieve my commanding officer and this can be sorted out, I'm sure -"
Linya sighs with genteel impatience. The scout scurries away and is replaced by a fellow in extremely dramatic face paint.
"Er, milady ghem...?"
"Miles," says Linya exasperatedly, "perhaps while we're at it you'd like to notify this fellow that contra precedent I did not marry a ghem-lord, as I'm sure he can see with his own eyes, and therefore have not adopted the syllable as though producing it from the aether?"