[ Byerly imitates Miles, his Western accent (tempered by years in Vorbarr Sultana) replaced by any trace of Miles' mountain-Vor inflection. Perhaps, in time, he'll remember not to jeer at his Emperor. ]
Heavens, what should I tell you? If only it were something juicy. He plotted treachery, and I refused to stand with it. A murder on a foul night. No; the issue was simply his insufficiencies. He lacked the resources to buy my filial loyalty any longer. Haven't you ever wanted to run away from home?
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[ Byerly imitates Miles, his Western accent (tempered by years in Vorbarr Sultana) replaced by any trace of Miles' mountain-Vor inflection. Perhaps, in time, he'll remember not to jeer at his Emperor. ]
Heavens, what should I tell you? If only it were something juicy. He plotted treachery, and I refused to stand with it. A murder on a foul night. No; the issue was simply his insufficiencies. He lacked the resources to buy my filial loyalty any longer. Haven't you ever wanted to run away from home?