Noctisardor Bypass anemoia

druid.

he committed it to memory. not that he imagined it would be hard. she looked very unique, never had he seen somebody like her.

i'm Ålesund. newer here, but mahler took me on as an apprentice. as if that had not been likely abundantly clear by his earlier words. regardless of his social fumbling, he would lead them to the pharmacy. eyed around to make sure nobody else was present. although he felt certain it would be empty at this hour.

the smell of herbs and flowers illuminated his senses as he made his way to his shelves.

would you like me to...tell you exactly what i'm doing? i don't know if that'll make it...better for you.

not that he thought she was weak! arguably he was the weaker one here, but perhaps any unrest between them could be soothed by full transparency on what he would make for her.