Tough Scribble

[Nedoral]

At the Frontier Herald's office:

"Yes?", said a young assistant, raising her gaze from her work to meet Matteo's.

"Howdy. Got this to put to 'em papers", he said, handing her a somewhat creased piece of parchment. She unfolded it and then blinked a few times when her eyes landed on those lines.

"Ahem...sir?"

"What?"

"Are you submitting this for publishing?"

"Yep."

"And, uhm...would you like me to improve it?"

"Whatcha mean?", he asked with a sullen expression.

"Well, we could use bet-, er, more appropriate words. For instance, this-"

"Ya use this as is, lassie!", he yelled, slapping the due silver coins so hard onto her desk they dented it. "And 'ave a nice one!"

The frozen assistant watched helplessly as Matteo stormed off the office, punishing the gravel hard with heavy steps of his battered sandals.