His mouth opens, squiggles for reflexive answer: Gone,
But that isn't true, is it? Cedric runs a hand over scratchy jaw, and tries again.
"Cumberland," What's left of them. "They're in Cumberland. Got the kids, and they hear stories, y'know. How it goes outside Nevarra."
Kirkwall, Denerim. Halamshiral. What a world, to be eaten by the dead, and better fear the living.
"Any rate. Be good of you to help. Can't look too much like we're playing favourites, don't mean to bring trouble 'round." Plenty of the city's still hungry. Alienage walls keep folks out much as in. "But an elf's better for that."
A smile, down to the ditch. Little funny. Little tired. Cruel or kind, you notice when someone won't look you in the eye.
no subject
But that isn't true, is it? Cedric runs a hand over scratchy jaw, and tries again.
"Cumberland," What's left of them. "They're in Cumberland. Got the kids, and they hear stories, y'know. How it goes outside Nevarra."
Kirkwall, Denerim. Halamshiral. What a world, to be eaten by the dead, and better fear the living.
"Any rate. Be good of you to help. Can't look too much like we're playing favourites, don't mean to bring trouble 'round." Plenty of the city's still hungry. Alienage walls keep folks out much as in. "But an elf's better for that."
A smile, down to the ditch. Little funny. Little tired. Cruel or kind, you notice when someone won't look you in the eye.
"Shemlen, we're just gonna think y'live here."