HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
...Centuries...
Interest replaces any hints of suspicion lingering on his countenance at the admittance. Henry's gaze slides away thoughtfully, perplexedly. His gaze stiffens at the mention of Stormbreak but, he doesn't question the man's strange origins further. There's an awkwardness that has wormed its way between them, and Henry very rarely has this sort of effect on people. He finds that he doesn't much fancy himself an interrogator.
Aamu's answers only confuse him more, anyway. Invited here? What did that mean? It made his brain hurt. What was so hard about it all? If Aamu had turned the questions back on him, giving clear answers would've been easy. He gets the feeling that Aamu is the type of person where easy questions are difficult and difficult questions are easy.
Those types always frazzled him, but he'd try to get along anyway. His gaze lifts back up to Aamu's.
"I would stay and help the Ascended fight the LongNight monsters but, I don't think I'd do much good, as it is," Henry replies, tone grim and quiet, before rising to add, "anyway, Wessex wants me in Torchline for the season. There's an explorer's guild she hopes to start..."
Henry smiles apologetically, "I've lived in the Grounds my whole life, so I hope you understand if I get curious about the people that visit. Especially since things have been tense recently." He shakes his head, thinking about all that's been going on - whether he knew the details was unimportant because he could see the gravity of the big picture.
"What I really wanted to talk to you about was possibly working out a trade. I need a well-made sword - sheath too - as soon as possible."
Interest replaces any hints of suspicion lingering on his countenance at the admittance. Henry's gaze slides away thoughtfully, perplexedly. His gaze stiffens at the mention of Stormbreak but, he doesn't question the man's strange origins further. There's an awkwardness that has wormed its way between them, and Henry very rarely has this sort of effect on people. He finds that he doesn't much fancy himself an interrogator.
Aamu's answers only confuse him more, anyway. Invited here? What did that mean? It made his brain hurt. What was so hard about it all? If Aamu had turned the questions back on him, giving clear answers would've been easy. He gets the feeling that Aamu is the type of person where easy questions are difficult and difficult questions are easy.
Those types always frazzled him, but he'd try to get along anyway. His gaze lifts back up to Aamu's.
"I would stay and help the Ascended fight the LongNight monsters but, I don't think I'd do much good, as it is," Henry replies, tone grim and quiet, before rising to add, "anyway, Wessex wants me in Torchline for the season. There's an explorer's guild she hopes to start..."
Henry smiles apologetically, "I've lived in the Grounds my whole life, so I hope you understand if I get curious about the people that visit. Especially since things have been tense recently." He shakes his head, thinking about all that's been going on - whether he knew the details was unimportant because he could see the gravity of the big picture.
"What I really wanted to talk to you about was possibly working out a trade. I need a well-made sword - sheath too - as soon as possible."
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
