where'er the goddess turns her melancholy gaze, Man his loathsomeness displays
A smile twitches on the quiet woman's face at his admission, not quite teasing but a shade of camaraderie and amusement. He is an objectively attractive man, but whether it's his mannerisms or his speech habits, even someone as socially inept as Anju can tell he would not be at home in a swampland. "Yes, there is quite a large graveyard. I would say most know King's End by it, so you're likely thinking of the correct place." Not that she has visited it, but Stormbreak has records of all the other lands that she'd perused throughout the years as a Dragoon.
"No, I have not," she admits easily, unaware that she now has. At his offer, she stands and looks up into the darkness of the ascending stairs. "Very well. Perhaps you can give me your opinion as we do?" It's a more casual offer than one would expect from her station, but at the end of the day Anju is a soldier, not an informant. His answers are entirely for her own benefit. And so she sets her foot on the bottom step, and begins to climb in earnest.
- FIN
"No, I have not," she admits easily, unaware that she now has. At his offer, she stands and looks up into the darkness of the ascending stairs. "Very well. Perhaps you can give me your opinion as we do?" It's a more casual offer than one would expect from her station, but at the end of the day Anju is a soldier, not an informant. His answers are entirely for her own benefit. And so she sets her foot on the bottom step, and begins to climb in earnest.
- FIN
ANJU
