Novoc's eyes narrowed. Normally mando'ade would only use that curt, guarded tone when challenging each other to duels, or speaking to a divorced parent or spouse. It rankled to just stand there and take it from a foreigner, but once you crossed the line into beating information out of someone, you couldn't easily step back. He wanted to get all the information he could diplomatically, first.
"Like I said, we're friends," he said firmly. Byrne was dead now, but his memory lived on, and they would meet again in the manda. Death cancelled all debts, but it couldn't sever memories. "Known him more than twenty years. Poured a beer over his wife's head at their wedding party." He shrugged slightly; a foreigner probably wouldn't understand how meaningful that gesture was. "I was hoping I could talk him into coming home. Now I guess I'm going to avenge his death." He gave Badd a pointed look, one that said And I pity anyone who gets in my way. "So how about you tell me what your connection is to him and Kay?"
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Date: 2014-12-20 08:15 am (UTC)"Like I said, we're friends," he said firmly. Byrne was dead now, but his memory lived on, and they would meet again in the manda. Death cancelled all debts, but it couldn't sever memories. "Known him more than twenty years. Poured a beer over his wife's head at their wedding party." He shrugged slightly; a foreigner probably wouldn't understand how meaningful that gesture was. "I was hoping I could talk him into coming home. Now I guess I'm going to avenge his death." He gave Badd a pointed look, one that said And I pity anyone who gets in my way. "So how about you tell me what your connection is to him and Kay?"