Mallorie
Shutting everything away was easier with Morgan politely not saying anything. She was able to focus on the immediate future a little better now the past was locked up again.
Amalia…
She wondered what type of person this Amalia was, if she’d been a friend of Adam’s. Probably a fellow scoundrel, given Adam’s history - though if she was a follower of gods like Morgan said then maybe she was a more virtuous influence on him. Not that such influences seemed to affect Adam’s ability to get into trouble. Which, given what she’d just learned…
Mallorie made a note to track down this woman at some point - probably when this apparent winter, or ‘Deepfrost’ was over. If nothing else she might find some...something that let her feel Adam was at peace.
Thank god something’s the same, she thought, as Morgan explained the inn situation. She might not freeze to death overnight in the streets, which was a plus. Much as she disliked charity, she disliked dying more, and ‘hmm’ed her assent to Morgan’s suggestion.
“I suspect it’d be stupid not to accept.” She mused, aloud, before answering Morgan’s question. “I worked as a guard for a long time. Mostly patrol work. In the later years I was more involved in handling the trickier problems that arose in the city. Occasionally I...would investigate further for those desperate enough to ask.”
She paused and tried to consider what her actual skills were, unsure of quite how much history to divulge. Eventually she decided on the practical.
“I am trained in the sword and shield, though I seem to have misplaced the latter. I have passing knowledge of most plants. I am a competent cook, though my food...isn’t to everyone’s tastes.”
Amalia…
She wondered what type of person this Amalia was, if she’d been a friend of Adam’s. Probably a fellow scoundrel, given Adam’s history - though if she was a follower of gods like Morgan said then maybe she was a more virtuous influence on him. Not that such influences seemed to affect Adam’s ability to get into trouble. Which, given what she’d just learned…
Mallorie made a note to track down this woman at some point - probably when this apparent winter, or ‘Deepfrost’ was over. If nothing else she might find some...something that let her feel Adam was at peace.
Thank god something’s the same, she thought, as Morgan explained the inn situation. She might not freeze to death overnight in the streets, which was a plus. Much as she disliked charity, she disliked dying more, and ‘hmm’ed her assent to Morgan’s suggestion.
“I suspect it’d be stupid not to accept.” She mused, aloud, before answering Morgan’s question. “I worked as a guard for a long time. Mostly patrol work. In the later years I was more involved in handling the trickier problems that arose in the city. Occasionally I...would investigate further for those desperate enough to ask.”
She paused and tried to consider what her actual skills were, unsure of quite how much history to divulge. Eventually she decided on the practical.
“I am trained in the sword and shield, though I seem to have misplaced the latter. I have passing knowledge of most plants. I am a competent cook, though my food...isn’t to everyone’s tastes.”
Knowledge came and devastated
