“I would like a pretzel, little sister.”
"y-yOUr ExcEllEncy?!"
Eldrie stands up straight, and fumbles over her words for a moment before giving up and giving a curtsey.
"I-I wAsn't...ExpEctIng sUch cOmpAny, ExcEllEncy," she murmurs, before straightening herself and smoothing her skirt slightly, then clears her throat.
"Uh...r-rIght. prEtzEls. Uh...w-wOUld yOU prEfEr grUb-bAsEd Or nOn-grUb bAsEd, ExcEllEncy?"













