"I can see the draw of the country, though I fear I'm not cut out for chopping wood, toting water, and tending sheep. A city bell sets my morning at ease more than a crowing cock, and I prefer the safety of buildings and alleys than forests and streams." Or mountains, goblins in said mountains, and fighting, and Roald--that flashed across his memories briefly, and it was possible that a sensitive could feel the emotions of panic, anger, and sorrow.
His eyebrows raised, and he repeated his bow. "To the heir," he said, raising his glass. "You must tell me more." Digging, indeed.
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"I can see the draw of the country, though I fear I'm not cut out for chopping wood, toting water, and tending sheep. A city bell sets my morning at ease more than a crowing cock, and I prefer the safety of buildings and alleys than forests and streams." Or mountains, goblins in said mountains, and fighting, and Roald--that flashed across his memories briefly, and it was possible that a sensitive could feel the emotions of panic, anger, and sorrow.
His eyebrows raised, and he repeated his bow. "To the heir," he said, raising his glass. "You must tell me more." Digging, indeed.
Bedtime!