LOCKE
"Does it though?" He never pledged himself to the old gods, to Frey. For some, that might make them more of a believer, for him though? He's not so sure. But that's for him to sort out. He looks at Melita, noting the way she says 'offer' with curiosity. He might have to talk to the captain soon. "I suppose a flying ship is a hell of an offer." He'd probably be a good little boy in exchange for a flying ship. Being a pirate might not be so bad after all.
Her question perks him up though, drawing him away from flights of fancy. "Sure. I suppose I should spend more time training rather than baking cakes all day. Oh, cakes. If you want, come by the Halenani and I can bake you something, since you've been so helpful." Locke pushes himself off of his rock, reaching behind himself. He pulls out his own knife, if you could call it that. It's a bit long but it works well enough.
"Want to try hand to hand with those? I haven't done it in a minute so I might be rusty." He's also pretty sure she has throwing knives but she's surprised him plenty of times at this point.
Her question perks him up though, drawing him away from flights of fancy. "Sure. I suppose I should spend more time training rather than baking cakes all day. Oh, cakes. If you want, come by the Halenani and I can bake you something, since you've been so helpful." Locke pushes himself off of his rock, reaching behind himself. He pulls out his own knife, if you could call it that. It's a bit long but it works well enough.
"Want to try hand to hand with those? I haven't done it in a minute so I might be rusty." He's also pretty sure she has throwing knives but she's surprised him plenty of times at this point.
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
