Ankyra Sound Mont Blanc Radiance

you are not rude to your food, but you are impolite to girls. a dogged grin rose across val's features. you're a girl? i thought you were a dead seal-gnome. in that case -- he cleared his throat and with a flourish bowed: allow me to extend my apologies. pleased to meet your acquaintance, m'lady. val's gaze met dwin's for extra effect as he pronounced m'lady.

as far as elwood, an older brother, and disappearance, val's humor subsided. these were topics he'd likely engage with erzulie, or even chacal -- but dwin was a stranger, and in many ways, still a kid. was it even right to engage in that kind of heavy topic with her?

val would have answered the question about if he'd had anyone disappear without a trace, but he assumed it was rhetorical; in response he offered a noncommittal shrug that seemed to say eh, that's just the way things are. where he was from was much simpler to answer than to detail his convoluted and shockingly dysfunctional family history. i'm from sapphique. he gesticulated to the rising cliffs behind them. what about you? part of him wished to point out she looked a little young to be on her gnomesome-lonesome, but he recalled he had struck out on his own at a similar age.