What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
She had offered to help. This may not have been exactly what she had in mind at the time, but Weaver was good for helping in just about any form it took. Besides, she may be a better fixer-upper than she was a cannibal slayer; just don’t judge that statement based on the state of her house. Not that it was run down, it was just cluttered. Putting things away seemed like a serious waste of time if you were only going to get them out again the next day. Or the next week.
Weaver has not spent much time in the Palace, but she’d been here on occasion. Most recently to help Loren get the infirmary in working order again, so it seems vaguely fitting that she’d come help Morgan get the training grounds back in order as well. Though she may not love the idea of anyone actually attempting to rule them, she had not been disappointed with most of the council members their new Warden had chosen.
Weaver makes her way into the training grounds wearing only a long sleeve shirt and a pair of pants. She’d left her scythe behind today, though her belt of knives is still with her. The cold doesn’t bother her, and it would be easier to work without the cloak or other heavy layers. ”What can I do?” she asks when she sees Morgan, perched against an old dummy. Amazingly, Weaver’s not even here for the food (not that she wouldn’t take it), given the Kraai’s bustling kitchen. No, Weaver is actually just here to help her home.
Weaver has not spent much time in the Palace, but she’d been here on occasion. Most recently to help Loren get the infirmary in working order again, so it seems vaguely fitting that she’d come help Morgan get the training grounds back in order as well. Though she may not love the idea of anyone actually attempting to rule them, she had not been disappointed with most of the council members their new Warden had chosen.
Weaver makes her way into the training grounds wearing only a long sleeve shirt and a pair of pants. She’d left her scythe behind today, though her belt of knives is still with her. The cold doesn’t bother her, and it would be easier to work without the cloak or other heavy layers. ”What can I do?” she asks when she sees Morgan, perched against an old dummy. Amazingly, Weaver’s not even here for the food (not that she wouldn’t take it), given the Kraai’s bustling kitchen. No, Weaver is actually just here to help her home.
Weaver
