"Tis good opporrtunity Kizz, tis'all I'am saying."
"Wra! Shut'up, Tukk. Dey are just trying to get rid o' me, tis'all it is." Kizz barks in reply, reaching for the bottle and filling his cup. Again.
"But can'ye blame 'em? Uh?" Toc, toc, toc, made the sound of Tukk's peg leg against the floor. "Ye'rre neverr too smarrt, but did you rreckon dey'd've velcome ye back vith a parrty?"
Kizz growls and tries to reach for the bottle as he is insulted, but Tukk had it in his paws already. He still had fast paws, he'd grant him that, even if his roguing years were gone with his leg. "No... but t'was thirty bloody years, Tukk! They sent me to die and the spirits know I've tried, but now... I'm done with war. Thirty years is enough."
"Time's noting to de dead and ye know dat. Go'rround and ask folks if t'was enough. Ask Millie Bolderr. Ask the Tvins, Lorrd Marron, Garrf..."
"Right, right, I've the list in my head all right." And, to be honest with himself, it was a tad amount longer than Tukk was aware. One doesn't get to be called "The Worst" for nothing. "But I've won us the war and t'has to be worth something."
"T'has, Kizz! Forr f~%%'s sake, ye're exiled verre ye not? T'vas de only rreason ye kept yer ugly head still 'ttached t'yer neck!" Tukk then fetches a roll of parchment from his pouch and slowly pushed it towards Kizzirark. "And dis de only rreason dey'rre offerring ye dis charrt. 'Rround herre, ye'll everr be de Bloodstrripe. Back in de Norrth? De prrize for De Vorrst vill not go down any soon."
Kizzirark grunts and growls. "I'm done fighting Tukk."
"So take de charrt and go bake brread in de east forr all I carre! But go and starrt again." With a half smile, Tukk adds. "But brring yerr svorrd just in case."
"I'll think 'bout it."
Tukk lets himself fall on a nearby chair, drinking from the bottle. "In rretrrospet, tinking vould've been grreat forr ye so many times, Kizz, but surre, if ye gonna starrt vith it now, surre surre, better late dan neverr." Kizz throws his empty cup at Tukk, but the f&#+ing squirrel was fast.
No cup and no bottle, Kizzirark gets to his feet to leave, the whole room spinning a couple times. "Screw you, Tukk." But he grabs the chart.
"Love ye too, mate."
