He wasn’t quite sure what to do with her sympathy. It almost would have been easier if she’d told him to ‘suck it up’, or something equally as blunt. She couldn’t really understand what he’d lost — he wasn’t sure he understood it yet — but she had obviously dealt with people in similar situations often enough to know what words of comfort to offer. He grunted a nonverbal response that might have been agreement or gratitude. His free hand briefly tightened into a fist.
Again she offered the services of the Loreseeker’s Guild and Rance was tempted by the offer. While there hadn’t been any such guild in his homeland, he’d always been ready and eager to listen to local tales from bards and old farmers alike. This guild sounded much more official than any place he’d been before, certainly more so than a few folktales at a table in the pub. Of course, when Maea actually mentioned the tavern he perked up, turning more of his attention to her. The woods around him might be strange, but taverns were familiar ground. Hearing that there might be room, board, and work available gave him something to cling to, even more so than the promise of information. Rance could sleep outside as a raven if he had to, but he’d learned to enjoy the comforts of a bed and tended fire. He caught her soft expression as she described the tavern owner and filed it away, though more for what it told him about her than for any ulterior motive. “Work and a place to sleep would be welcome, yeah. I have coin, but I’m assuming it wouldn’t do me much good here?” They were probably nothing more than shiny trinkets now, unless they could be made into something worthwhile melted down.
“I don’t plan on getting near damned royalty anytime soon, if I can help it.” Human or fae, catching the attention for persons with rank was never a good idea. “Is this tavern near your guild?”
Again she offered the services of the Loreseeker’s Guild and Rance was tempted by the offer. While there hadn’t been any such guild in his homeland, he’d always been ready and eager to listen to local tales from bards and old farmers alike. This guild sounded much more official than any place he’d been before, certainly more so than a few folktales at a table in the pub. Of course, when Maea actually mentioned the tavern he perked up, turning more of his attention to her. The woods around him might be strange, but taverns were familiar ground. Hearing that there might be room, board, and work available gave him something to cling to, even more so than the promise of information. Rance could sleep outside as a raven if he had to, but he’d learned to enjoy the comforts of a bed and tended fire. He caught her soft expression as she described the tavern owner and filed it away, though more for what it told him about her than for any ulterior motive. “Work and a place to sleep would be welcome, yeah. I have coin, but I’m assuming it wouldn’t do me much good here?” They were probably nothing more than shiny trinkets now, unless they could be made into something worthwhile melted down.
“I don’t plan on getting near damned royalty anytime soon, if I can help it.” Human or fae, catching the attention for persons with rank was never a good idea. “Is this tavern near your guild?”
