The Roegadyn took the waterskin and greedily took several large gulps of it. He grunted in satisfaction as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Much 'preciated, lass," Daegsatz rumbled. "Not the best I've ev'r 'ad, but it be pref'rable ta the swill they usually give." Indeed, the rum was a very welcome reprieve, but as soon as the flavour dissipated, the Sea Wolf felt a small sense of sadness. It may be many, many suns before he was released and allowed to return to Vylbrand. Mentally, he felt prepared, but that did not mean he enjoyed his imprisonment.
At the paladin's offer for chalk, Daegsatz gave a guffaw that was more bark than laugh. "Ye be me nanny now, lassie?" He began to peel at the oranges with his left index finger. "Stories an' chalk. I s'pose next ye be bouncin' me on yer knee an' singin' me ta sleep?" There was no derisiveness or mockery in his gravelly voice as he eyed her, only gentle, well-meaning humour. "Ye need not do this. Ye know me not. I 'preciate yer altruism all th' same, though." Daegsatz bit into the oranges, the skin having been peeled into a perfect, singular spiral. He placed half of the orange on Roen's lap as she sat on the cot.
"I hes'tate ta take advantage o' yer well meanin', truly," he commented.
At the paladin's offer for chalk, Daegsatz gave a guffaw that was more bark than laugh. "Ye be me nanny now, lassie?" He began to peel at the oranges with his left index finger. "Stories an' chalk. I s'pose next ye be bouncin' me on yer knee an' singin' me ta sleep?" There was no derisiveness or mockery in his gravelly voice as he eyed her, only gentle, well-meaning humour. "Ye need not do this. Ye know me not. I 'preciate yer altruism all th' same, though." Daegsatz bit into the oranges, the skin having been peeled into a perfect, singular spiral. He placed half of the orange on Roen's lap as she sat on the cot.
"I hes'tate ta take advantage o' yer well meanin', truly," he commented.
