hope sprigs eternal

Granger

The young boy wasn't sure if he appreciated Loren's attempst at reassuring him for being a mouse and unable to cast magic, or if he should be offended by such simple statements. Of course, the mouse worked for him even if it was less impressive than say, a manticore. Or even a hawk, for that matter. Even a hawk could still eat him without blinking. But the gods had given him the form of a mouse and it had kept him alive this long, even if he thought their judgment was flawed.

Granger was pulled from his thoughts by the mention of the Launceleyn name. Having lived in the Hallowed Ground his whole life it was impossible not to know the Launceleyn family. Even if he didn't know the details, he knew they were powerful. And now one was offering a bed in place? His eyes haven't narrowed once since seeing the phoenix, too shocked to even blink more than a few times as he takes it all in.

"I, uh, 'unno if I'd fit in there." He kicks at the ground once more, turning his wide-eyed gaze to the snow as he shifted his weight to avoid looking Loren in the eye. He can only imagine the dirt he'd track into pristine hallways and more money than he can comprehend in one room. "Not like I need your charity 'nyways. Dunno what you think I could do for you anyway, Launceleyn." He huffed but it's halfhearted at the thought of having a warm bed for more than a few hours beside a makeshift fire.