[ He stands when she approaches-- ] Caster. [ --and greets her cordially, lifting his head in acknowledgement. Above the fire the fig continues to turn by the way of his magic, out of thought for now.
It seems that each subsequent time they meet, she appears worse for wear. This world is not kind to her.
Somnus gestures to the bench he had been sitting upon. ]
no subject
It seems that each subsequent time they meet, she appears worse for wear. This world is not kind to her.
Somnus gestures to the bench he had been sitting upon. ]