Zakiyah managed not to either say a word or strangle the impudent girl, and Validor also looked a little skeptical."Then I suppose if I set your first mission to cover the impending nuptuals of King Lawrence, you'd be quite happy to do that....? Or witness the birth of Queen Solinara's heir?" he asked with a smile. "I was going to ask Zaki to do that, once this whole Yarfell business was over, but since you're SO enthusiastic..."
"I can do anything that strumpet of a Lorekeeper can do--only better!" mentioned War Scribe confidently, "Even if that means recording the--yuck--brighter sides of life!"
Zakiyah made a slight sound of mirth at the thought of what War Scribe would write about such events.
"All right, then...be gone with you both. Think of this as a contest if you will, if that motivates you to do your work, even though you both know better. It matters little to me HOW you go about things, you know, only that they are done, and done well. Shoo! Death will escort you back to your physical forms, which have been moved, I believe, and should be mostly regenerated by now. Try not to piss each other off too much, all right?" He had that tone parents get when addressing teenaged siblings, that vague wistful hope that they might actually be HEEDED this time...
"Chief Chronicler, indeed," Zak mumbled under her breath, glaring sidelong at her companion.
"Well, well, well, the slut speaks--and coherently no less!" replied War Scribe in mock surprise, "And yes, one day, I WILL be the Chief Chronicler of the Realm! However, I will earn that post by recording those events that you are simply too cowardly to cover!"
"Didn't you hear him? He's not going to MAKE you Chief Chronicler. He doesn't HAVE a "Chief Chronicler. And I'm supposed to train you? WHEN? Like you're even going to listen...."
"The only thing I want to here from you, you piece of round-eared filth, is your acknowledgment of me as a better Chronicler than you could ever hope to be!" said the Dark Elf in a snide tone of voice, "You see, Zaki, you are old news--REALLY OLD NEWS!!! And from this day on, there will be only one dominant female recording the history of the Realm--and that's me!"
Grabbing the Lorekeeper's arm and spinning her around to face her, War Scribe said, "You've had your time in the sun, Zaki, and you've wasted it! Covering weddings and births and coronations and the like! Yuck!" The Drow Chronicler immediately spat on the ground. "The real history is made in blood and death and destruction and all that follows with it!"
Shoving Zakiyah to the ground, the Drow Chronicler looked down at her saying, "So wake up and smell the coffee, Zak! Your FATHER decided to trade up because you were too weak and too cowardly to do the job right! How does it feel, Zak? To know that you're a loser, a has-been and a failure as a Lorekeeper?"
