it's not what it looks like
Ianto hummed thoughtfully as Remi spoke, nodding in agreement. ”It must have been a relief in some ways, to come here. I’d not mention the weapons to the Fae though, if you do decide to try to trade. They’ll undoubtedly be interested, and that night not be a good thing.” The fox smiled across at his friend, seeming glad that he no longer had to do something he didn’t enjoy. Chuckling, he could only shrug at Remi’s judgement of the Hollowed Grounds, and while he didn’t have enough knowledge of the place to make a solid opinion, compared to the Greatwood he was inclined to agree.
”Well, I had quite a bit of fun catching chickens in the farmland. So it’s not all bad.” He winked, before suddenly sitting up to smirk down at Remi. ”Well... before anyone else gets their grabby hands on it or me... do you want to see some of it?” He nodded at the door through to what was presumably the front face of the wagon.
”Well, I had quite a bit of fun catching chickens in the farmland. So it’s not all bad.” He winked, before suddenly sitting up to smirk down at Remi. ”Well... before anyone else gets their grabby hands on it or me... do you want to see some of it?” He nodded at the door through to what was presumably the front face of the wagon.
