[ The air between them has always been one of relative ease, but now it's particularly so. He decides not to examine it too deeply. The matter is always complicated with him; as slow as he is to trust, there's something to be said for the rare simplicity that comes with having someone he considers reliable but not especially close. There's enough distance between them that it's comfortable.
And the sword does suit Amos somehow. He'll do just fine with it.
A tip of his head acknowledges the thanks. He can admit it's good to find people again—people he's been wondering about in the back of his mind, after the chaos of that day. ]
If the sheep sheering ever grows dull, you know where to find me.
[ Here or, if any future mysterious portals open up, in the Free Cities—either way, it's clear Amos' company can be slotted under the generally welcome category. ]
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And the sword does suit Amos somehow. He'll do just fine with it.
A tip of his head acknowledges the thanks. He can admit it's good to find people again—people he's been wondering about in the back of his mind, after the chaos of that day. ]
If the sheep sheering ever grows dull, you know where to find me.
[ Here or, if any future mysterious portals open up, in the Free Cities—either way, it's clear Amos' company can be slotted under the generally welcome category. ]