"Me? No no no. I'm no legend - I just sell the legends their supplies," Ianto said warmly, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm that shopkeeper in the stories that the hero says hello to on the way out of the village." And he was perfectly happy with that role, thank you very much. Unfortunately his good humour was destined to die with their change in topic, and Ianto let his hands rest in his lap, folded around his empty mug.
"She wanted a champion to represent her in the Cloister, and I was the most readily available," he said with a gentle shrug. "That's why my wagon was closed up, though it looked pretty much undisturbed when I got back, so I guess there weren't too many heroes passing through." He managed a smile.
"She wanted a champion to represent her in the Cloister, and I was the most readily available," he said with a gentle shrug. "That's why my wagon was closed up, though it looked pretty much undisturbed when I got back, so I guess there weren't too many heroes passing through." He managed a smile.
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