She chuckles at the comment about the raven, nodding. It would be rather useful to be able to fly, a luxury she does not have though her brother does. Funny, how they each envied what the other had, though perhaps not surprising. Everyone always wants what they do not have, or in Weaver’s case, she wants what she has plus some. ”Yes, I have heard they invited everyone here. More business for me, really.” Which is to say, she doesn't care if others come. They would hide inside most of the time, but the Palace had plenty of unused space to house some refugees.
”I have heard nothing but horror stories about LongNight. I admit, coming from a place like this, I don’t really understand why it’s so hard to just stay inside. But we do it all the time here.” They are used to being trapped indoors, when the winds howl and the snows rage and there’s nothing to do but sit beneath furs and tell stories by the fire. It is a nice thing, in truth.
She gives him a curious look at the question, wondering why he would ask. It seems unlikely he’s asking for no reason. ”Not that I know of, though I don’t know everything that happens in the Palace. That said, it is very hard to get a message here, so if there is any contact, it would be infrequent.” With the storms that still rage, she cannot imagine many messages getting through. ”Why do you ask?”
Her smile grows as he asks about the bar. ”I am. A profession change for me, which is a little weird, but welcome. The Kraai,” she says, giving the name and pointing in its direction a few blocks from the market. ”I do hope you stop by, and I definitely won’t say no to some extra firewood.” She’d have given him a drink for free, but if he was offering, she needed all the wood she could get. ”We have a rather extravagant hearth in there, so it is a perfect place for warming up.”
”I have heard nothing but horror stories about LongNight. I admit, coming from a place like this, I don’t really understand why it’s so hard to just stay inside. But we do it all the time here.” They are used to being trapped indoors, when the winds howl and the snows rage and there’s nothing to do but sit beneath furs and tell stories by the fire. It is a nice thing, in truth.
She gives him a curious look at the question, wondering why he would ask. It seems unlikely he’s asking for no reason. ”Not that I know of, though I don’t know everything that happens in the Palace. That said, it is very hard to get a message here, so if there is any contact, it would be infrequent.” With the storms that still rage, she cannot imagine many messages getting through. ”Why do you ask?”
Her smile grows as he asks about the bar. ”I am. A profession change for me, which is a little weird, but welcome. The Kraai,” she says, giving the name and pointing in its direction a few blocks from the market. ”I do hope you stop by, and I definitely won’t say no to some extra firewood.” She’d have given him a drink for free, but if he was offering, she needed all the wood she could get. ”We have a rather extravagant hearth in there, so it is a perfect place for warming up.”
