our sins are washed away
Laughing, though it sounded a little sad. "No reason to mince words. Besides, I ain't one of those poets." Although there was a slightly joking quality to his voice, his expression was still elsewhere, eyes filled with sorrow.
Arching an eyebrow, he glanced at the dragonling then back at her. "Maybe you just haven't been surrounding yourself with the right people." However, it was clear the cook's heart wasn't really in the banter any more. Blinking at the mention of Frey, and at her request for more information, he rattled off the names of a few sailors who might have a Sear Cat.
Or maybe not. They were cats, after all, and not prone to staying in one spot.
Arching an eyebrow, he glanced at the dragonling then back at her. "Maybe you just haven't been surrounding yourself with the right people." However, it was clear the cook's heart wasn't really in the banter any more. Blinking at the mention of Frey, and at her request for more information, he rattled off the names of a few sailors who might have a Sear Cat.
Or maybe not. They were cats, after all, and not prone to staying in one spot.
