That seems to snap Sarkan out of his reverie, and he glances at the girl through a knitted brow.
"What does it matter? It plainly isn't a rare plant--"
Then something catches his eye. A big something. An impossibly large, sickly green something, not unlike the anchor shard in his palm, protruding across her entire chest.
That earns something more than a glance. He affixes both of his probing dark eyes on the girl, a grim and cold understanding slowly dawning on him. Rather than bark at her further as he is inclined to do, he steps out of the flowers and onto a sparse dirt path without further complaint.
"Embrium, you said," Sarkan lowers his cupped palm and drops a shining copper-toned earring into a pocket hidden in the folds of his cloak. He thinks aloud, reciting what he recalls from a recent book, murmuring to himself, "Certainly common, healing and invigoration properties." He raises his voice, adding in a barely-reassuring, offhanded tone, "Never you mind it. I'll use what I crushed, if that eases your soul."
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"What does it matter? It plainly isn't a rare plant--"
Then something catches his eye. A big something. An impossibly large, sickly green something, not unlike the anchor shard in his palm, protruding across her entire chest.
That earns something more than a glance. He affixes both of his probing dark eyes on the girl, a grim and cold understanding slowly dawning on him. Rather than bark at her further as he is inclined to do, he steps out of the flowers and onto a sparse dirt path without further complaint.
"Embrium, you said," Sarkan lowers his cupped palm and drops a shining copper-toned earring into a pocket hidden in the folds of his cloak. He thinks aloud, reciting what he recalls from a recent book, murmuring to himself, "Certainly common, healing and invigoration properties." He raises his voice, adding in a barely-reassuring, offhanded tone, "Never you mind it. I'll use what I crushed, if that eases your soul."