Amber

[formerslave]

[The amber reveals an elven face, tired and weary. He's leaning a bit to his sword, looking mildly annoyed.]

I need a place to stay. Just a bed, nothing more.

[He should be used to sleeping on the floor after his time with Danarius, but apparently he was spoiled these days after spending three years on a moldy mattress in a ratty mansion and then many more in a bed with a snoring beast and a dog.

About a month was all he could manage, and it had left his muscles sore and markings aching.]

I will not stay with any mages.

Comments

[anelegantmyth]

Ah, I was going to offer. But alas, I live with a very horrible little mage boy. But if you need anything else, I'd be happy to help you out.

[formerslave]

A horrible little mage boy?

[Slight wary, here.]

...I thank you for the offer, however. I do not believe I'm in need of anything else.

[anelegantmyth]

Well, horrible as in horribly annoying. But he's fairly harmless if you feed him and help him brush his hair. The boy does not know how to live on his own.

[Poor, stupid boy.]

[formerslave]

That sounds like most young men.

[anelegantmyth]

Most young men don't have magical powers. Judar is special, and not in a good way. But since you can't live with me, might I suggest you get in contact with my friend Arno. I'm sure he has room for you, and his little boy is far more tolerable than mine.

[formerslave]

[Staying away from kids named Judar, here.]

I've met Ser Dorian before. We get along fairly well.

[He smirks.]

I'll speak with him.

[anelegantmyth]

Tell him Cynthia sent you. Then tell me what face he makes when you do.

[formerslave]

I'll make sure to share his reaction, Lady Cynthia.

[anelegantmyth]

Why thank you, darling. But it's not fair that you know my name and I don't know yours. Don't you think?

[formerslave]

My apologies. My name is Fenris.