[Though rarely one for open displays of anything, least of all humour, Michael makes a sound that's distinctly amused. He appreciates the sarcasm.]
The scribbled drawings of a grown man, rather.
[Not that he has any disdain for Nero's artistic capabilities. The brochure communicates what's most important to know, and that's what counts. Anyway, who knows? Perhaps some of the creatures lurking within the darkest depths of Solvunn's forests are misshapen and brightly-coloured.]
I wasn't suggesting you sleep upon the ground, though you did turn a man into a rabbit. Surely you could make a bed out of a log. [It might smell better than the current barn-based arrangements for newcomers, too.] In what sense is it your responsibility to witness whatever magic there is here?
[She's just arrived. What ties could she possibly have to this world? Michael glances between her and the trees, curious now. The suggestion of duty intrigues him. He's come to expect the natives of Solvunn to claim responsibility for the land and its shrines, but new arrivals not so much.]
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The scribbled drawings of a grown man, rather.
[Not that he has any disdain for Nero's artistic capabilities. The brochure communicates what's most important to know, and that's what counts. Anyway, who knows? Perhaps some of the creatures lurking within the darkest depths of Solvunn's forests are misshapen and brightly-coloured.]
I wasn't suggesting you sleep upon the ground, though you did turn a man into a rabbit. Surely you could make a bed out of a log. [It might smell better than the current barn-based arrangements for newcomers, too.] In what sense is it your responsibility to witness whatever magic there is here?
[She's just arrived. What ties could she possibly have to this world? Michael glances between her and the trees, curious now. The suggestion of duty intrigues him. He's come to expect the natives of Solvunn to claim responsibility for the land and its shrines, but new arrivals not so much.]