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]

[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.