The frail girl crouched down, leaning her arms against her knees. "Safrin?" she asked, her eyes going wide. "You...you've met them?" Her already pale face seemed to grow paler. She'd offered her own tribute at the shrine when she'd arrived here--it had seemed the right thing to do, if she were going to use the shrine for her own purposes--but she hadn't received any response. To hear the tale of one who'd met the herald in person was too enticing an offer to pass up.
She took the man's hand, then sat down nearby. "Lisbeth," she said.
She looked over the gathered items, before turning her gaze back out to the sea for just a moment. It was late enough that not many ships would be passing by. She could spare some time to chat.
"What are these for?" she asked. "I mean, why did Safrin ask you to do this?"
She took the man's hand, then sat down nearby. "Lisbeth," she said.
She looked over the gathered items, before turning her gaze back out to the sea for just a moment. It was late enough that not many ships would be passing by. She could spare some time to chat.
"What are these for?" she asked. "I mean, why did Safrin ask you to do this?"
