"Indeed," he murmured agreement to Flora's request. "I will let the Merfolk know, as well." One never knew what sort of items could be found floating out amongst the Isles or rolling along the bottom of the seafloor that properly belonged back on dry land. Traditionally his people had pragmatically scavenged such objects in the time-honored tradition of 'finders keepers,' but given the current harmony between land and sea perhaps some would be willing to return such things to the Hanged Man.
Probably not many, he admitted to himself. But hope sprung eternal.
But there were mimosas to drink, and time to spend with his friend, and he glanced aside to her, meeting her long-lashed look with all the stoic innocence at his disposal. "Ah. Is there a problem with rum? The note was anonymous so I could not ask the author's reason."
Probably not many, he admitted to himself. But hope sprung eternal.
But there were mimosas to drink, and time to spend with his friend, and he glanced aside to her, meeting her long-lashed look with all the stoic innocence at his disposal. "Ah. Is there a problem with rum? The note was anonymous so I could not ask the author's reason."
