This was acceptable as far as answers went, it appeared. Mel nodded, her scrutiny of the bard softening as she turned her focus again on departure. "We'll have to see, won't we?" She hoped he wasn't holding his breath for any sort of poetic or heart felt answer like those she had received so far. She did not choose to linger in the silence that followed, instead straightening her posture, folding the books to her chest and bending in a shallow bow of farewell.
"Before then, however, I'll come see you about that herbalist and some wool - I'm sure you might have a suggestion or two." In the Atheneum her voice dropped to a respectful hush, softer than the conversational tone from before. "Do take care, Jigano. We'll speak soon."
With remarkable grace (all things cons0idered), she turned on heel and headed toward the streets, back under the blazing Longheat sun.
"Before then, however, I'll come see you about that herbalist and some wool - I'm sure you might have a suggestion or two." In the Atheneum her voice dropped to a respectful hush, softer than the conversational tone from before. "Do take care, Jigano. We'll speak soon."
With remarkable grace (all things cons0idered), she turned on heel and headed toward the streets, back under the blazing Longheat sun.
