Duskfire Glacier lust

He didnt seem bothered, though Ashlar was still uncertain. He was so tired of upsetting all of those around him, always unintentionally. Lately he's felt like a complete failure of a friend and it made new friendships harder to enter, guilt gnawing at him around the old.

He couldn't be rude, especially when he knew this name! It had been so long since he'd heard it, and the bard suddenly missed his mother fiercely. Mayfair was mama's name. He said, still softly, but looking at the other man with some renewed sincerity in his smile.

I live in the Rise. I just, um. I don't know. I guess I was looking for supplies. For healing.

Were they family? Did he know mama? Ashlar had questions, but he stopped there. He wondered what was worse - a stranger who let you know when your company was unwanted, or one that was nice regardless? Ashlar couldn't tell yet, but he quietly hoped the stranger would stay a bit now. He wanted to know more.