Not the most altruistic answer to his question, but he finds it funny in that typical, quiet sort of way of his. “I suppose you just gave me my answer,” he replies.
He pauses in his step and nods towards the winding path in front of him. “Path to Milton clear? No man-eat rabbits or wolves waiting behind the bend?”
He’s not one to attend the feasts thrown by Methuselah. The ritual bothers him, and Methuselah himself he finds a hindrance more than a help. He knows he needs to keep a better eye on the new folk, and to be seen outside of these random encounters, but he just can’t be bothered.
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Not the most altruistic answer to his question, but he finds it funny in that typical, quiet sort of way of his. “I suppose you just gave me my answer,” he replies.
He pauses in his step and nods towards the winding path in front of him. “Path to Milton clear? No man-eat rabbits or wolves waiting behind the bend?”
He’s not one to attend the feasts thrown by Methuselah. The ritual bothers him, and Methuselah himself he finds a hindrance more than a help. He knows he needs to keep a better eye on the new folk, and to be seen outside of these random encounters, but he just can’t be bothered.