Castle Paradox

[Ronin Catholic]

There was blood on his sword, which was strange; he hadn't killed anyone for weeks.
The blonde said to him: "Thou art an silly one, manperson. Why leavest thou thine sword in such an deplorable condition?"
His tail twitched at the sound of her horrible, putrid, attempt at Olde English. It was even worse than the way trolls would write an hero or an heroic; for at the very least, H could be claimed as not a true consonant.
He turned to her...she was almost twice his height. He was used to that, by now.
"Ashley," he groaned, "I know not what causes blood to cover my blade at this time; hopefully, it is not a peculiar curse placed upon me by that Witch/Prostitute multiclass I went to last Thursday."
Ashley, rather than rebuking him (as she intended) simply vomited at the thought of a witch working as a prostitute.
His rat-like form quickly darted out of the way of oncoming projectiles.
Perhaps the witch wouldn't have cursed me if I had paid her.
"Rethpian," she spat at last, "Thou art an horrible, horrible, rat. If thou dost not repent of thine ways soonly, thou mightest die unto death."
"And what, pray," the rat squeaked, "concern is that of yours?"
She paused.
She's either going to hurl again, or she's thinking of something to say.
In either case, I'd better get ready to run...
"It is mine concerne," the blonde woman said, "Because I lovest thou."
What's worst about her? Her height? Her lack of fur? Her horrible mangling of an extinct version of our language? Her preachiness?
What was it about her that made him want to stick around?
He tried sheathing his sword, but the caked-on blood made it too large for its sheath.

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TO BE CONTINUED?
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