Thank you, ser. Your words are too kind.

Which half?

…he will make a shawl for his lord. Perhaps it will comfort her.

Oh, no thanks for me is needed! T’was m’lord who made it so!

That sounds very kind… I hope to see one.

Oh. It sounds… nice?

M Milk… dog?

What is a cow?

Ow

Boc rn

mist or beast….

big iron……..

I repair and tailor her garbs, as many of the garbs she finds during her journey are not fit for her in their current state.

I stay at the inn in the servants quarters, as not to interrupt m’lord’s work at the ray-dee-oh station.

(Boc smiled, nodding.) I serve m’lord and repair her garbs!

Oh, you are too kind, ser. I am Boc the seamster. My people are known by the Tarnished as demi-humans.

A dragon man? Where?

(He held up trembling fists, eyes locked onto the sword.) W-we must.

M’lady, you besmirched m’lord’s name and then challenged me. We must fight now, for her honor.

If you believe that, then you do not truly know m’lord. She is glorious… and brave…

A lowly seamster, m’ lady, but a seamster with loyalty to m’lord.

I… I do not fight. But if you besmirch m’ lord’s good name, I will fight if no one else will.

Perhaps… you were not worthy of m’ lord.

Hm…

Horse… boy?

mister or beast

HIS LORD NEEDS A COAT

😰

i have no runes to buy kim©️koins

“Hm.”

Does… does she need a bucket?

…dog

fort…night

“Oh, but one day… perhaps you will.” As Vyke sat, Boc’s eyes would trace the armor, looking for any cloth that might need mending. “I await that day when I may truly serve you.”

“Oh! Oh course, my lord! Please…” He’d nervous gesture at the spot next to him, bowing in reverence.

Friend? Did they truly mean it? “N-No, friend. Just contemplating.”

“Oh dear.”

I wouldn’t know… I just know one is safer for you, m’lord.

Ah, better the safety of a boring foe than the danger of an unknown…

“Something the matter, m’lord?”

//: I’m actually cackling

SORRY.

… isn’t she maidenless?

May… may he see the kittens?

“So many familiar faces… I must get back to work.”