It seemed like an eternity, but eventually the large Kecleon-themed hut was in front of him.. and so was a rather fuming Shroomsworth. Were he able, he would have surely run towards Gunpowder and given him quite the smack on the head.
"You insufferable buffoon! Have you any idea of the time?!" Even when frustrated, he seemed to radiate the aura of a gentleman. "You were to be here hours
ago! Thanks to your tardiness, I had to put some very inexperienced Merchants in charge of the stand. It will take me days to fix the messes they cause!"
"A-arrr, Shroomsworth. I tried me best, I did, but.. I just couldn't get up this mornin', ya know?"
Excuses did not amuse Shroomsworth.
"Are you really trying to rationalize this? Gunpowder, I have quite frankly had enough of your antics. You are so unreliable that, despite my broken leg, I no doubt could have carried each of those boxes over here individually
in the time it’s taken you to cart them over yourself.”
Gunpowder bowed his head in shame. Although a favorite pastime of his was getting up in PK's grill, he actually enjoyed Shroomsworth's company when he had the chance, and so he didn't really want to make the Merchant leader upset.
"Leave the cart here and go. You've caused quite enough trouble as is. If you stick around, you very well might bring the entire Merchant's guild down to your level.” A pause. “That's bad, if you were wondering."
Such harsh words took a moment to parse. By the time he had finished, Shroomsworth had trudged his way back to the hut. Not like he could think of a good defense anyway.
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