[ At the apology, Claude merely waves a hand in both acceptance and to politely brush it off as not needed. Or at the very least, hopefully to put Wilhelm at ease since the way he folds in himself just a bit during that introduction reminds him just a bit of Marianne and her shyness. ]
It's hardly intruding if I leave the docks unlocked, right? I can't say I haven't stepped into a few domains here and there myself under those same rules. But it's nice to meet you, Wilhelm. I'm Claude. And for the record - just in case it wasn't already clear - you're welcome to stop by whenever you'd like.
[ It takes him a second to process the rest of what was said, mostly because he wouldn't have guessed the teen is a sailor. In the most literal, medieval sense of the word, of course. ]
Are you a sailor, then? The city where I used to live was a popular port so we often had ships going in and out but the boat you arrived here in was used more for getting around the canals running through said city.
It's been a bit since I've walked where the canal outside of here leads, but it does connect with the domains of two of my friends if you haven't met them yet already. If you'd like to take the boat along it further than that sometime you're certainly welcome to do that as well, so long as you return to tell me where it leads past there since I haven't figured that out for myself just yet.
[ As he talks, there's another distinct rustling of wyvern wings from the perch above and in what's clearly a long practiced routine thanks also to those memories Claude extends an arm for her to sidle down on as her new perch. She does not, fortunately, take this opportunity of being closer to menace Wilhelm further. (On the contrary, her pointed gaze is now hoping for snacks she's learned to plead for from visitors, but Claude isn't going to indulge her in this.) ]
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It's hardly intruding if I leave the docks unlocked, right? I can't say I haven't stepped into a few domains here and there myself under those same rules. But it's nice to meet you, Wilhelm. I'm Claude. And for the record - just in case it wasn't already clear - you're welcome to stop by whenever you'd like.
[ It takes him a second to process the rest of what was said, mostly because he wouldn't have guessed the teen is a sailor. In the most literal, medieval sense of the word, of course. ]
Are you a sailor, then? The city where I used to live was a popular port so we often had ships going in and out but the boat you arrived here in was used more for getting around the canals running through said city.
It's been a bit since I've walked where the canal outside of here leads, but it does connect with the domains of two of my friends if you haven't met them yet already. If you'd like to take the boat along it further than that sometime you're certainly welcome to do that as well, so long as you return to tell me where it leads past there since I haven't figured that out for myself just yet.
[ As he talks, there's another distinct rustling of wyvern wings from the perch above and in what's clearly a long practiced routine thanks also to those memories Claude extends an arm for her to sidle down on as her new perch. She does not, fortunately, take this opportunity of being closer to menace Wilhelm further. (On the contrary, her pointed gaze is now hoping for snacks she's learned to plead for from visitors, but Claude isn't going to indulge her in this.) ]