[He's trying to actively be less mopey. He's made a promise.]
Complicated. It's not my name. But yes, I'm from the Anderfels, and it's lovely and warm. Beautiful, too, in a way none of the southern lands can match. Sparse, dry, golden, and sometimes briefly awash in green when it's rained.
[The fire continues for several moments longer before he lets the flames die out and steps to the next row. Each row has to be done separately if he doesn't want to risk any sparks going where they shouldn't.]
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[He's trying to actively be less mopey. He's made a promise.]
Complicated. It's not my name. But yes, I'm from the Anderfels, and it's lovely and warm. Beautiful, too, in a way none of the southern lands can match. Sparse, dry, golden, and sometimes briefly awash in green when it's rained.
[The fire continues for several moments longer before he lets the flames die out and steps to the next row. Each row has to be done separately if he doesn't want to risk any sparks going where they shouldn't.]