Hadama was perfectly content to wait for Danta to search his memory while he watched the wild, clouded night sky. A stiff breeze occasionally toyed with the end of his braid, but his damp hair was too heavy for the wind to whip about. The Ancient's observation earned a tilt of the merman's head, a flicker of amusement in his eyes gleaming in the lightning crawling overhead. "Indeed," he rumbled gravely.
Even if legs were only a temporary state.
The thunder was a reassuring rumble through the sky and plain, bringing memories of Flowerbirth monsoons to the wandering King. He only returned his attention fully back to his companion at the offer, but a ruler of Torchline was hardly one to blush at the mention of a whorehouse. "Thank you. Have you decided what services will be offered?"
Even if legs were only a temporary state.
The thunder was a reassuring rumble through the sky and plain, bringing memories of Flowerbirth monsoons to the wandering King. He only returned his attention fully back to his companion at the offer, but a ruler of Torchline was hardly one to blush at the mention of a whorehouse. "Thank you. Have you decided what services will be offered?"
