"Gift? Gift? No, no no no, the world, they all talk with money, not with sentiment. You are not given it, you earn it."
content: working your skinny teenage ass off and then bickering madly with your boss for the sake of a violin, then playing that violin for your boss. Teenage frustration but satisfaction, sense of respect, growth of a sense of self.
"---Wh... what the hell??? Where did you even find something like that???"
The old goblin across from you just laughs, tapping a grizzled fingers to his mouth as he lifts a battered violin out of his daily collections, tucking it off with those items that couldn't afford to be damaged by the moistures of the caverns. ">Secrets, Lutha. Your tongue is slipping.<"
Your face goes hot, but you give a sharp nod, mulling over the words you wish to use in the correct tongue as you crane your neck to try and get a better view. ">... Why did you even bring it down here? You know how much that's worth -- someone's just going to run off with it if anyone finds out.<"
">We must keep that between us then, correct?<"
You blink. "...I don't... >Ghett-Fer, I don't understand.<"
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The old goblin across from you just laughs, tapping a grizzled fingers to his mouth as he lifts a battered violin out of his daily collections, tucking it off with those items that couldn't afford to be damaged by the moistures of the caverns. ">Secrets, Lutha. Your tongue is slipping.<"
Your face goes hot, but you give a sharp nod, mulling over the words you wish to use in the correct tongue as you crane your neck to try and get a better view. ">... Why did you even bring it down here? You know how much that's worth -- someone's just going to run off with it if anyone finds out.<"
">We must keep that between us then, correct?<"
You blink. "...I don't... >Ghett-Fer, I don't understand.<"
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