The Sentinels no business but gold

lionel disagreed that she was a 'crone.' he wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but the word sounded knobbed and ancient. unlike her pleasant face with its granny-smith eyes. his mope was ended by her description of merfolk, and suddenly the gold ears were up and trembling.
"those are real?" young, impressionable, tempered by skellige's logic; lionel had grown up with a witchmother and a pragmatic father. it gave him an imagination with limits, and this woman's claim exceeded them. "have you seen one?" he asked excitedly, quite forgetting to answer her questions.