Noting something that looks less like happiness to talk and more like something else, she flashes the Warden a quick smile and quickly explains her reasons for asking. She forgets he doesn’t know her - doesn’t know that small talk isn’t her thing and she isn’t just asking for funsies. “I only ask because she needs someplace cold for her shrine. If I could borrow some of your ice magic, I’m sure it would be more useful than whatever underground hole I can find. And she would be pleased to know you helped.” So saying, she reaches into her clothes and brings out a crystal, ready for him to balk and prepared to offer an easy solution. No biting needed.
Unless, of course, he wants to see what it’s like...
Unless, of course, he wants to see what it’s like...
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
