Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Returning the smile, Maea reached for a slice of the artisanal bread and slathered it with a good helping of butter that smelled of spices. "No offense to Sunjata, but if the choice is between him and staying warm, it's noy even a choice," she laughed, before popping the bread into her mouth. Gods knew she would have chosen differently in the past - she was actually surprised by how the twinge in her gut felt more like relief at the thought of being well away from the Flood. Perhaps she was healing after all.
"Well... I've been a farmer, a loreseeker, a vagabond, healer and bartender... Don't think I've tried trainer or soldier yet. If you would like a hand with that guild, do let me know. I'd be happy to help." Maybe life as a mercenary would suit her. Able to travel, hone her weapon skills and magic, and she'd be useful to someone. It was worth thinking about.
"That's good to hear. It means Torchline is in good hands." Reaching out, she squeezed his arm lightly. "It will be nice having you and Remi as neighbors. I look forward to getting to know both of you better."
Ah. It would seem like her mind had been made up. The cards appeared to hold a move in her future. How interesting.
"Well... I've been a farmer, a loreseeker, a vagabond, healer and bartender... Don't think I've tried trainer or soldier yet. If you would like a hand with that guild, do let me know. I'd be happy to help." Maybe life as a mercenary would suit her. Able to travel, hone her weapon skills and magic, and she'd be useful to someone. It was worth thinking about.
"That's good to hear. It means Torchline is in good hands." Reaching out, she squeezed his arm lightly. "It will be nice having you and Remi as neighbors. I look forward to getting to know both of you better."
Ah. It would seem like her mind had been made up. The cards appeared to hold a move in her future. How interesting.
Maea
