Seren
Sipping on her tea, Seren listened with rapt attention. It wasn't even about the truth or lack thereof, but about being granted an adventure. A glimpse into another world, even if it was just a seedy tavern in Torchline, some years back.
The tale may not be of bardic proportions, but it still succeeded in making her laugh. Seren could see it; Locke swinging hard and dodging all grandly, only to knock himself out in the process. "Try a leg swipe next time," she suggested teasingly. "If the guy is on the floor by the time you're satisfied, you won't have to dodge as much." She seemed not at all perturbed by the subject of the tale, or the wanton violence.
But then... she was a Torcher, too. Born and raised.
The tale may not be of bardic proportions, but it still succeeded in making her laugh. Seren could see it; Locke swinging hard and dodging all grandly, only to knock himself out in the process. "Try a leg swipe next time," she suggested teasingly. "If the guy is on the floor by the time you're satisfied, you won't have to dodge as much." She seemed not at all perturbed by the subject of the tale, or the wanton violence.
But then... she was a Torcher, too. Born and raised.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
