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Brand winced inwardly as sheer snark emanated from the woman, he forced a smile. The implications of what was said hadn't fully hit him till just then. If Brand had any aspirations of not being turned into a newt, it would do him well to be a smidge more selective with his words, he mused. "Ah...

The remainder of Brand's evening consisted of a few further tankards of ale and another healthy serving of stew. By the time he'd finished his clothes were almost dry and so with one last pass by the fireplace, the man departed towards the stables and his stalwart steed. "There boy, not bad...

A thoughtful wisp of smoke puffed from the bowl of Brand's pipe while Noiraeve spoke. Mages were shifty characters, cloaked in decorum and always seemed to have a down the nose demeanor - but so far Noiraeve hadn't fit that mold. At least, not largely. Thankfully he'd never had to test the truth...

That caused him a thin smile. "Woops." Brand shrugged. The baker would be fine - probably. Though, these mage types you never really knew. From the vibes Brand was getting however, he doubted she'd really go out of her way to trudge back just to teach him a lesson. For a few quiet moments he...

Brand savored the respite, almost all the feeling had returned to his toes and surprisingly his clothing had dried considerably. Breathing in the aroma of the flavored leaf Brand couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh as he relaxed further into the back of his seat. The young man had been hard...

It struck him as odd for a moment, referring to the Order as a family but as he thought on it it did make sense. "Long enough I suppose. I was a boy - and to cut it off at the pass, to an extent probably still am." Brand grinned over the edge of his brew before returning to the very important...

"Thank you." Brand said with a nod, scooting onto the bench opposite the woman. Reaching into his cloak he retrieved a wrapped leather pouch and presented it to her. "And the value of nothing." A sly smile crept across his features. "You'll have to pardon the rain, didn't much care whether I was...

"Hells." Barely a whisper uttered beneath the cowl of a heavy hood. It wasn't that he really believed in such a place but old habits died hard. The rain had been voluminous, the man's clothes doing little to stave off the chill and the leather from chafing his legs. Had he taken just a little...