"The voyage from Highever was a nightmare. If I never sail the Waking Sea again, it will be too soon." The ferry trips between the Gallows and the docks don't count. The harbor doesn't heave like a restive beast embroiled in perpetual bad dreams.
He frowns thoughtfully at the idea of a garden. "It would have to be raised planters. I imagine we can manage it if we bring in the right sort of dirt." Coming from Honnleath makes him no expert on the rearing of crops.
"I suppose that means you likely don't want to hear of the arcane horrors and revenants? I could curl your toes with all of the tales I've heard of trips to Sundermount. The plants there, however, seem far more potent and useful than those growing closer to the walls. I suppose there's always some sort of a trade, and it's the closest place you can harvest without encroaching on owned lands. I'll give you access to the maps I have. You'll need them." Part of him wishes he could accompany them. Getting out of the city for a few days would be a relief, despite the danger of the destination.
He can't. He has duties here, and he's currently indispensable. It's not the ego stroke it sounds like it would be. He feels all of that weight on his shoulders all of the time, heavier than plate by far. He moves to a shelf with several neatly stacked scroll cases to find the maps in question while he's thinking of it.
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He frowns thoughtfully at the idea of a garden. "It would have to be raised planters. I imagine we can manage it if we bring in the right sort of dirt." Coming from Honnleath makes him no expert on the rearing of crops.
"I suppose that means you likely don't want to hear of the arcane horrors and revenants? I could curl your toes with all of the tales I've heard of trips to Sundermount. The plants there, however, seem far more potent and useful than those growing closer to the walls. I suppose there's always some sort of a trade, and it's the closest place you can harvest without encroaching on owned lands. I'll give you access to the maps I have. You'll need them." Part of him wishes he could accompany them. Getting out of the city for a few days would be a relief, despite the danger of the destination.
He can't. He has duties here, and he's currently indispensable. It's not the ego stroke it sounds like it would be. He feels all of that weight on his shoulders all of the time, heavier than plate by far. He moves to a shelf with several neatly stacked scroll cases to find the maps in question while he's thinking of it.