our sins are washed away
Nodding to acknowledge her apology, Saiden returned his gaze to the water. Pointedly ignoring the dragonling's grumbles, the cook just held the fishing rod in a firm, but easy, grip. Humming at her question, he glanced briefly at her before looking back at his line. "I might be able to tell you a bit about Sear Cats." He nodded slowly again, though a smirk danced on his lips.
"However, on the off chance I didn't need your medicines, I'm curious what else you might have to offer." His voice was still soft, but quite intrigued. As his eyes slid slightly towards her, still watching his hook out of his peripheral vision, he arched an eyebrow.
"However, on the off chance I didn't need your medicines, I'm curious what else you might have to offer." His voice was still soft, but quite intrigued. As his eyes slid slightly towards her, still watching his hook out of his peripheral vision, he arched an eyebrow.
