Roen blinked, staring at the parchment and the image she had not seen there before. She glanced from it to the Roegadyn, a soft smile lifting her expression.
“You are a wise man, Mister Traggblansyn. Your captain is lucky to have you.†She declared, holding up the sketch in front of her as if to examine it. “And quite the artist to boot.â€
The paladin rolled up the parchment and tucked it under her arm as she stood. “You will definitely have more parchment and ink on the morrow. As repayment for this.†Her smile brightened. “Perhaps we can decorate this dark cell with some of your art.â€
Roen walked to the barred door, knocking on it to signal the jailor again. She leaned against it as she waited, regarding Daegsatz, warmth in her soft smile. She could see how Nero would see him as a fatherly figure; the Roegadyn had a simple but astute wisdom about him.
I need to get him out of the gaols and back on the seas.
And I will, she quietly promised herself. He does not belong here.
“You are a wise man, Mister Traggblansyn. Your captain is lucky to have you.†She declared, holding up the sketch in front of her as if to examine it. “And quite the artist to boot.â€
The paladin rolled up the parchment and tucked it under her arm as she stood. “You will definitely have more parchment and ink on the morrow. As repayment for this.†Her smile brightened. “Perhaps we can decorate this dark cell with some of your art.â€
Roen walked to the barred door, knocking on it to signal the jailor again. She leaned against it as she waited, regarding Daegsatz, warmth in her soft smile. She could see how Nero would see him as a fatherly figure; the Roegadyn had a simple but astute wisdom about him.
I need to get him out of the gaols and back on the seas.
And I will, she quietly promised herself. He does not belong here.
