Amalia
the shield of safrin
And the thing he offers is... absolutely unclear in value or purpose. "What... is this?" Paper, with an image on it she doesn't recognize. Skeptical but curious, Amalia extends her slender fingers to pluck the object from his hand, hoping to inspect it closer for any level of usefulness. There's none she can divine, but she's known strange items to have surprising value.
That, or he's just trying to mess with her.
"Ah." So it was races he was asking about. Still not sold on the value of the paper, Amalia slices idly into the pie, cutting a neat triangular slice and moving it to a plate. "Well there's the Fae in the Greatwood, and I hear there are mermaids in Torchline." She taps a fork upon the plate thoughtfully. "Those are the humanoid races that I know of. Besides the gods - and the demigods. And then there's the non-humanoids."
That, or he's just trying to mess with her.
"Ah." So it was races he was asking about. Still not sold on the value of the paper, Amalia slices idly into the pie, cutting a neat triangular slice and moving it to a plate. "Well there's the Fae in the Greatwood, and I hear there are mermaids in Torchline." She taps a fork upon the plate thoughtfully. "Those are the humanoid races that I know of. Besides the gods - and the demigods. And then there's the non-humanoids."
she is calm in the storm
and anxious in the quiet
and anxious in the quiet
