Roen hid a small but pleased smile as Daegsatz snatched the book away. She instead turned her attention back to the floor, trying to make out the shapes he was pointing to. “A family tree,†she said softly, finishing up the last piece of the orange. “What a lovely idea.â€
She was curious about the Roegadyn--about his kind in general. She was acquainted with only a few, and knew very little of the Sea Wolf tribe, or of their tradition of piracy in general. Other than the oft-regaled tales of raids and lawlessness on the seas, Roen had never thought about pirates (or ‘privateers’ as they were known now in Limsa Lominsa). But Daegsatz was making her realize that such broad impressions hid depths to the man within, as labels often did.
She drummed her fingers on her lap before she stood. “Parchment and ink. You will have them tomorrow.†The paladin nodded. After signalling the jailor, she gave the Roegadyn another smile. “Perhaps you can show me the tree once you are done.â€
She was curious about the Roegadyn--about his kind in general. She was acquainted with only a few, and knew very little of the Sea Wolf tribe, or of their tradition of piracy in general. Other than the oft-regaled tales of raids and lawlessness on the seas, Roen had never thought about pirates (or ‘privateers’ as they were known now in Limsa Lominsa). But Daegsatz was making her realize that such broad impressions hid depths to the man within, as labels often did.
She drummed her fingers on her lap before she stood. “Parchment and ink. You will have them tomorrow.†The paladin nodded. After signalling the jailor, she gave the Roegadyn another smile. “Perhaps you can show me the tree once you are done.â€
