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

[formerslave]

[Hey, him being a small happy kid might just make Fenris less mage-triggered so it works out in the end.]

Very well. It's good to know that there are decent men here.

[sirpisspot]

[Decent? Did Fenris say he was decent. Gosh, compliments. Arno didn't know how to really deal with it very well. So his mouth just ran with him.]

Just don't want decent men to sleep on the floor.

[formerslave]

[Sorry for the weird choked-down laugh hidden by a bad fake cough.]

Which floor and number? I'll be by, if you are available.

[sirpisspot]

[Hahahaha.]

Fourth floor, house five. I think it would be a fine idea to scout the area and see if its really to your liking.

[formerslave]

[That was high up, but he didn't really have a choice.]

I only need a bed, nothing more. It should suffice.

[sirpisspot]

Again, thankfully we have that.

You still have a say though, you know.

[formerslave]

It's fine. You're a reasonable man, and I will refer to your judgement of the child. That is all the reassurance I need.

[He's going to be sleeping with his sword for a few nights, though.]