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Windsong
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Her words didn't really ring true in his head for the time being, surely they'd find something useful to fit into later on in his memories. Either way he felt wholly optimistic about the whole idea, perhaps knowledge of his ancestry would be the key to his success in life and living happily and comfortably for the rest of it.
Or rapid onset of death, that idea didn't stick nearly as well.
"Yes, let's." He responded before he stood up and made for the door. No one shouted, no one screamed, a few people murmured about the traveling healer acting so selflessly towards someone who looked as if like he'd never known a proper barber of bath.
"Hope nobody mistakes this for a kidnapping." Daen jested, chuckling light heartedly despite the terrible joke. His plan to guide her out of the town by going beneath a market wharf and walking along the beach until cutting through some cliffs to his secluded fishing spot would hopefully go without a hitch.
It was the hour or so walk where most would find common conversation that bothered him. "So why are we here? And not living back in sea if were supposed to?"
Or rapid onset of death, that idea didn't stick nearly as well.
"Yes, let's." He responded before he stood up and made for the door. No one shouted, no one screamed, a few people murmured about the traveling healer acting so selflessly towards someone who looked as if like he'd never known a proper barber of bath.
"Hope nobody mistakes this for a kidnapping." Daen jested, chuckling light heartedly despite the terrible joke. His plan to guide her out of the town by going beneath a market wharf and walking along the beach until cutting through some cliffs to his secluded fishing spot would hopefully go without a hitch.
It was the hour or so walk where most would find common conversation that bothered him. "So why are we here? And not living back in sea if were supposed to?"