Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Agreed, then. Rolling her shoulders as if she could physically shift the weight of the past, the young woman blinked slowly and then turned away, back to her study of the marketplace. The rain had driven all but the most persistent of shoppers indoors for the time being, and only the vendors in their stalls lingered to wring every last trade out of the few passersby. She did not visibly relax, but some of the severity faded from her face, and above all her tone was made more neutral. Almost conversational, as she replied.
"With Amun, for now. He insisted I come here, until we know how much of an effect the Stormbreak incident will have. And you're... at the bar?" Her thoughts went to the secret room beneath the tavern, with it's bed and couch. It suited her image of him better than the sort of rooms she had been staying in, once upon a time.
"With Amun, for now. He insisted I come here, until we know how much of an effect the Stormbreak incident will have. And you're... at the bar?" Her thoughts went to the secret room beneath the tavern, with it's bed and couch. It suited her image of him better than the sort of rooms she had been staying in, once upon a time.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
