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]

I believe I did. It should work out well, for now.

[redactions]

[ He smiles. ]

Good. Not havin' any trouble with food or anything, are ya?

[formerslave]

I've had little problems. I'm not picky.

[He didn't eat much, either.]

[redactions]

[ Fenris says not picky and Bucky hears frequently starving. ]

What did you get back home, usually?

[formerslave]

Whatever was on the menu at the Hanged Man, or cheap at the market.

[He mostly ate fruit, here. Nothing wrong with giant berries.]