She mumbled something indistinct and quite unintelligible at that, confidence sinking to new alltime lows. She just weren't a people person and it was incredibly frustrating to hear that social interaction seemed to be the only way to get by. Unless she had somehow magically acquired both the skill, stamina and perseverence to build a farm from scratch in the woods somewhere... but even that required help, because where would she get grains, materials, animals or... anything at all on her own?
Ugh, people.
Creeping into the building after Loren like an abnormally substantial shadow, she tried to keep her soaked shoes from squeaking on the polished stone floors. The place was massive on the inside too, with too much cathedral flavor to it to be comfortable. Nervous glances were cast towards what looked like a shrine, at the charred walls of a clearly fire-ravaged section that didn't seem used, and finally towards a sectioned off area where the presence of cots and a certain attention to cleanliness implied it was a sickroom. The infirmary, no doubt.
She gave the very base, crude looking area an apprehensive scrutiny. Here's to hoping she would never have cause to visit it again. Someone might saw her arm off if she got a splinter.
There didn't seem to be a lot of people about. Not the way she was used to at least. "What time of day is it?" she asked Loren, keeping her voice down so it wouldn't echo. "It was just before dawn at home, when I... you know." Maybe it was earlier or later than she thought. It might explain the scarcity.
Ugh, people.
Creeping into the building after Loren like an abnormally substantial shadow, she tried to keep her soaked shoes from squeaking on the polished stone floors. The place was massive on the inside too, with too much cathedral flavor to it to be comfortable. Nervous glances were cast towards what looked like a shrine, at the charred walls of a clearly fire-ravaged section that didn't seem used, and finally towards a sectioned off area where the presence of cots and a certain attention to cleanliness implied it was a sickroom. The infirmary, no doubt.
She gave the very base, crude looking area an apprehensive scrutiny. Here's to hoping she would never have cause to visit it again. Someone might saw her arm off if she got a splinter.
There didn't seem to be a lot of people about. Not the way she was used to at least. "What time of day is it?" she asked Loren, keeping her voice down so it wouldn't echo. "It was just before dawn at home, when I... you know." Maybe it was earlier or later than she thought. It might explain the scarcity.
