Cheerfully, Seiji follows Jigano into the hall near the back of the Atheneum. His eyes roam curiously, first down the stairs and then across the large room, the high shelves, the cheerful fire. He does not sit immediately but moves slowly toward a chair, his gaze voracious. He has seen one other guild hall, Ronin’s, and like that one this space feels comfortable, homey, unlike the ruins and wreckage of outside.
“This is nice,” he says, eyes crinkling with a genuine smile. “So peaceful.” He eventually makes his way to a chair, though, and gazes up at Amalia with attention. “Yes,” he says, “I would like to learn much more. Tell as much as you would like. I wish to be respectful of the gods here, as much as I can.”
“This is nice,” he says, eyes crinkling with a genuine smile. “So peaceful.” He eventually makes his way to a chair, though, and gazes up at Amalia with attention. “Yes,” he says, “I would like to learn much more. Tell as much as you would like. I wish to be respectful of the gods here, as much as I can.”
