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It will— Admission, yet again. He nodded alongside a shiver that rose his shoulders, form adjusting against it like he meant to shrug off the bite of cold. And on went the voice next to him, speaking level and calm, but with a humbling honesty. It wasn’t like he hadn’t wondered too, at times...

More than— gone unnoticed. Or found suddenly when the need for it be dire, inspired? “ Like any strength, then. “ He remarked blankly, voice low with yet forming thought. Fragile, but one could train it for tenacity. Green amidst a desert, boundlessly persistent. There wasn’t another way, were...

He exhaled sharp at the response, amusement in the bob of his head. Awfully practical and all too sensible — one might’ve even considered it the only right answer. Resourceful, gone excavating for a solution and hope. He could accept what it meant. “ Point taken. “ Watching the fire, he paused...

There was a strange air about the man, he realized, watching him remain on his spot and speak. The sequence of words, a series of inquiries more or less, was disjointed at best and concerning at worst. As the latter was also the weight that appeared to have perched itself on Syr Isander’s...

A bit of a frown hung upon him, one of attention rather than disapproval as he listened to Dal remark on what he’d perceived his weaknesses. Terribly reasonable and relatable, himself never having bent to fantastical and magical. He could only bob his head at it in understanding, not voicing...

“ Is there? “ He inquired, searching the man’s face for implied detail. Had it been anyone else he might’ve taken it for a joke or some clever crypticism, but as far as he knew his present company partook in no such sport. Of this nature, anyway. Visibly perplexed by the remark, he slowed his...

" No — I know. “ He responded in a nod, looking down at his hands that fidgeted in an absent effort to rip each fingernail to shreds. To arrest them from it, he folded his arms and drew breath, deep. “ But that is just it, for me anyway — I know that even if one generally won’t speak of it...

He flinched at the unbidden arrival like a man roused from sleep, attention snapping at whom had come at this ungodly hour. Recognizing the fellow pursuant, he fast dropped his stare and startled expression, half in relief and half in shame. Why he should’ve so viscerally felt the latter was not...

His halt was short-lived, done away by denial of weariness and implied approval therein. Pleased and shamelessly wearing the fact on his face, he nodded and begun forth anew. “ Perhaps your hopes be answered and I’ll play the half. How competently is a matter to itself, but — “ He shrugged...

The man responded and it was his time to laugh in turn, a stifled version of it escaping betwixt the teeth in a hiss. “ All too reasonable, though I cannot truly bring myself to feel sorry for that. “ Those were some mighty fine potatoes, after all. A couple more steps later, the briefest...

A pair of siblings, ten and thirteen of age, had gone missing. This had been in the midst of a busy yesterday, wherein the actual time of their disappearance eluded everyone. The lone father had come back to an empty home from a day’s work, it already late in the afternoon and with the dark fast...

He was brought to blankness at the squire’s reaction, coloured by genuine lamentation as it was. Unbidden. Had he perhaps overblown the drama there, speaking in a manner that communicated some feeling or regard he no longer had for the described past, but which appeared to inspire condolences...

Hard to imagine? He stifled a snicker at that, reduced to a mere sharp hiss blown betwixt the teeth. The squire grinned and he would in turn, stroking a hand through his cropped hair like in agreement. Flattery persists, if from one whom he’d regard as knowing the gravity of fashion and finer...

No passion for housekeeping? How lamentable. One man’s pastime be another’s tedium, appeared yet again. The follow-up inspired him into a half-hearted laugh. The shake of a head. “ Not really. “ He admitted. “ Takes a different kind of patience that has always eluded me, I suppose. “ That and...

He bobbed his head at the additional moniker, unable to say anything more. Was it too much to be emotional about it, of a sudden? The clearing of a throat, a little awkward, was thankfully lost beneath the Knight Master’s elevated voice, a beckoning call. He tossed a hand in an easy enough...