Glover Mallory stopped working and glanced up as the Dragonborn pointed with this thumb at the shadowmark on his door. "So…can I sell you stolen stuff or what?"
"Well, well. It's been a long since someone from the Guild bothered to make their way out here. So tell me…how's my brother Delvin? Still spending his nights at the Ragged Flagon trying to win Vex's heart?"
Slightly annoyed his question hadn't been answered, the Dragonborn snorted. "Nights…days…weekends…mornings…holidays…evenings…"
Glover started laughing. "Ah, so nothing's changed!"
"I guess not." He said, rolling his eyes. A sudden thought occurred to him and he frowned, crossing his arms. "Hey, wait. How come you don't have an accent?"
Glover groaned. "Is Delvin still using that fake-ass accent? I told him it was stupid. Man's crazy."
"Lazy?"
"Crazy." Glover repeated, making a confused face.
The Dragonborn shrugged. "Same thing. Anyway, about those stolen goods…"
How can I pass up another chance to make fun of Delvin and the Ragged Flagon? I mean, seriously...he just sits around all the time...at least Vex mixes it up a little bit by leaning against things. Delvin can't even manage that...
And the fact that his brother doesn't have an accent makes me chuckle. It's totally fake...
