Wheeling Gull Isle perdition

the man oozed anger. frustration.

bartholomew normally did not welcome these things, but this was not directed at those among them. the man seemed angry at something beyond. bartholomew remained wordless as he approached, but did not hide his arrival.

softly he set down the fish and the flowers.

i have considered going to find a medic for you. he confessed softly, eyes warm on the man, even if his voice remained flat. perhaps an edge of concern.