Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
Chuckling, Zavien shrugged his shoulders, a shimmer of affectionate humor in his tone as he said, "As long as it has to do with animals, I'm sure she'll find a use for it." Even if it was purely for informational purposes, he was sure Lena would somehow use it to help more creatures. He couldn't help smiling at the thought, hoping she might soon be able to do so within the Celestine again.
The matter of thanking the people of King's End was a little more complicated, but Alys made it sound so simple, like teaching a few men how to hold their sword better somehow equated to months of hospitality to an entire city of people. Shaking his head, Zavien smiled. "The regional quest is a given, but maybe I could put some training together for the soldiers - not that I think that's enough." Sol peered up at Zavien, an obvious pout in his stance that asked why Sascha was getting attention and he wasn't. Rolling his eyes, he reached down to rub against the dragon's head as he glanced up at the seer. "But thank you."
The matter of thanking the people of King's End was a little more complicated, but Alys made it sound so simple, like teaching a few men how to hold their sword better somehow equated to months of hospitality to an entire city of people. Shaking his head, Zavien smiled. "The regional quest is a given, but maybe I could put some training together for the soldiers - not that I think that's enough." Sol peered up at Zavien, an obvious pout in his stance that asked why Sascha was getting attention and he wasn't. Rolling his eyes, he reached down to rub against the dragon's head as he glanced up at the seer. "But thank you."
