Quoted By:
I drop the issue and move onto confirming my identity that yes, indeed, I am that residence’s caretaker.
“Ah!”
“All right!”
“Well. There’s someone that really wants to talk with you.”
“Oh, and!”
He dashes to a vendor smelling of coal. Sausages. Shrimp. Pork belly. They see everything on a skewer here.
“You wanna…?” He pulls out his pouch and looks at me, perhaps expecting me to do the same.
"… haha. thanks, but i am not hungry. not particularly." I raise a hand and nod.
He ended up procuring quite a handful anyways. Had all of them got bundled together, its total width would be that a pike’s shaft. Ah. The youth. And their stomaches.
“Here. You can have one.” He points a skewer towards my face. While sausages do look nice - stuffed full of garlic and spices, I would rather not eat in that manner. Nah, kid. Only Fhai could feed me like that.
"uh..… thanks. i appreciate it." I do take a skewer out of respect. With that out of the way, I ask him again about our destination.
