( voice ) delivery

[haillenarte]

Name: Francel
Date: June 5
Format: Voice

Might I — ngh — might I trouble someone for help?

[there's a soft crackle of what might be breath on the mic, and then the shifting of what sounds like bedsheets. the voice that ultimately speaks again is low and husky, fairly deep, but there's something boyish and hesitant to it. some of francel's words come out awkward and tense, as if he is in a great deal of pain, and struggling to get the words out.]

It's been... several bells since last I took a meal, by my count, and... I'm terribly hungry. The... the man with whom I share a residence is not like to be back for some time. Could I trouble someone to bring food to my doorstep?

[really, even he can't believe he's asking for this.]

I have little coin, but I would happily pay you for your time. Please, and blessings on you.

Comments

[haillenarte]

[that looks... incredible, honestly. it's not quite the cuisine that is served in his birth city of ishgard, but it looks like good traditional coerthan cooking, and francel feels a pang of saliva hit him at the back of his mouth.

he still responds with voice, though he certainly doesn't mind the visual. mmmm, stew.]

I? I am in my residence...

[it occurs to him, though, that maybe he shouldn't so readily invite strangers over without at least ascertaining who they are.]

You don't mind taking it over here? Surely you meant to eat that yourself?

[cyclopticsadist]

[Ah, so he has at least a little caution.]

I already ate my share. Food is overwhelmingly plentiful here, I made more than I needed.

But feel free to go hungry if you see fit.

[haillenarte]

No... No, that's not what I — [a sharp sigh breathes static over the mic again.

he reminds himself that he is no longer a lord. not that his request for help was anything like arrogance — it was a humble plea for assistance, nothing more — but he reminds himself that not all people are kind, and indeed, few people in this world have any reason to be especially kind to him, or to offer help. he recomposes himself.]

My apologies. I did not mean to question you. I would gladly accept whatever you may be generous enough to offer.