"Well, as long as you are here, you're under the protection of the city of Elturel, and therefore my protection," he says, almost gently.
No one will think twice about an elven boy in the city. The distinction of Dalish, the look of the valaslin, they'll just be accepted as some sort of wood-elf or druid enclave tradition. Still, it's going to be nerve-wracking at first, Zevlor's sure.
He leads Kion into the small kitchen of his quarters and lights the oven for tea. The amenities are simple, a woodstove, a pump for water, but fairly luxurious among Hellriders, and possibly a whole new world of convenience for Kion. There's a tin of cookies in the cabinet, and Zevlor gets it out, plus some dried fruit and nuts, and a slice of yellow cheese.
"Here, have as much as you like, only save me two of the cookies," he tells him with a smile.
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Date: 2025-02-17 02:14 am (UTC)No one will think twice about an elven boy in the city. The distinction of Dalish, the look of the valaslin, they'll just be accepted as some sort of wood-elf or druid enclave tradition. Still, it's going to be nerve-wracking at first, Zevlor's sure.
He leads Kion into the small kitchen of his quarters and lights the oven for tea. The amenities are simple, a woodstove, a pump for water, but fairly luxurious among Hellriders, and possibly a whole new world of convenience for Kion. There's a tin of cookies in the cabinet, and Zevlor gets it out, plus some dried fruit and nuts, and a slice of yellow cheese.
"Here, have as much as you like, only save me two of the cookies," he tells him with a smile.