[ This time, he grins. Itās an infectious, jackal-like grin, and he accompanies it with a theatrical bowābecause my lord. Sansaās just found someone who appreciates medieval titles are than anyone else, and heās going to eat it up for as long as he can. ]
You know, Iāll happily take āmy lordā, but uhā¦if you want something a little shorter, my name is Eddie. And believe me, Iāve looked way worse.
[ It feels like death has been knocking on his door since he arrived, like he was swept out of its talons and itās trying to come to collect but Eddie just wonāt answer the door. His wounds have healed, but he knows they havenāt healed properly. He usually hides it well, but he truly struggles with the frigid weather, and heās woken up stiff and in agony more mornings than he hasnāt.
Who knew a few bats could cause so much damage? The only thing heās found he can do is to keep moving, so he doesnāt sit. He paces a short line, back and forth across the room as he speaks. ]
But Iāll think about it.
[ He offers a more subdued, polite smile. Chances are, heāll still reject the soup but he may take take her up on the offer of dried game when he heads out. ]
Uh, yeah. A couple of those are mine.
[ He frowns, gazing shifting toward those sad, pitiful posters once more. Part of him wonders why he bothers, why he keeps looking or why heād begged Kenway to keep an eye out when he left to head East. It feels like folly, like the definition of insanity, but he just canāt not try. ]
Justā¦looking for friends from home. Theyāve been missing forāwell, one has been missing for months. The other just recently disappeared. I guess I just keep hoping someoneās seen something, you know?
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You know, Iāll happily take āmy lordā, but uhā¦if you want something a little shorter, my name is Eddie. And believe me, Iāve looked way worse.
[ It feels like death has been knocking on his door since he arrived, like he was swept out of its talons and itās trying to come to collect but Eddie just wonāt answer the door. His wounds have healed, but he knows they havenāt healed properly. He usually hides it well, but he truly struggles with the frigid weather, and heās woken up stiff and in agony more mornings than he hasnāt.
Who knew a few bats could cause so much damage? The only thing heās found he can do is to keep moving, so he doesnāt sit. He paces a short line, back and forth across the room as he speaks. ]
But Iāll think about it.
[ He offers a more subdued, polite smile. Chances are, heāll still reject the soup but he may take take her up on the offer of dried game when he heads out. ]
Uh, yeah. A couple of those are mine.
[ He frowns, gazing shifting toward those sad, pitiful posters once more. Part of him wonders why he bothers, why he keeps looking or why heād begged Kenway to keep an eye out when he left to head East. It feels like folly, like the definition of insanity, but he just canāt not try. ]
Justā¦looking for friends from home. Theyāve been missing forāwell, one has been missing for months. The other just recently disappeared. I guess I just keep hoping someoneās seen something, you know?