IANTO
"Hey, look. I have a magic wagon, and now you have a guildhall and a shop. If you think about it, we've both moved up in the world." Ianto grinned to Remi and shrugged his shoulders, though he did seem a touch surprised to learn that the guild had gained members when its master had died, rather than losing them. That was impressive in itself. "Maybe you just need the right kind of advertising campaign. The paintings hung up here are good enough - you could get the artists to spread the word, perhaps."
Hiding a wide yawn behind his hand (the warmth of the fire and the comfort of the alchemist's presence made him sleepy), Ianto wrinkled his nose. "So many people from within this place have asked me to lead them through the forest. No matter how many times I tell them that I know my way through it, but not through it and out, it doesn't seem to make a difference. And with the Fae, too... exploring is dangerous. As dangerous as a baby dragon."
Hiding a wide yawn behind his hand (the warmth of the fire and the comfort of the alchemist's presence made him sleepy), Ianto wrinkled his nose. "So many people from within this place have asked me to lead them through the forest. No matter how many times I tell them that I know my way through it, but not through it and out, it doesn't seem to make a difference. And with the Fae, too... exploring is dangerous. As dangerous as a baby dragon."
where are your gods now
