The young woman remained frozen in place for a moment as V'aleera cast her smile. Something seemed amiss. Dragoons didn't often venture to this neighborhood. As she was addressed she finally seemed to snap out of it. The young apprentice scurried back into the shop, while the young woman returned the ladle to the porridge and bowed her head politely.
"Fury bless you, madame," she said in a strong but quiet voice, a slight accent upon the words. "I fear that Master Dunois was injured in the attack, and has been unable to return to his work. His apprentice, Osvald," she says with a nod toward the shop just as the sound of hammering returns, "has been attending to his business."
As she spoke she removed a piece of bread from her basket and placed it upon a small plate. She then sliced a small piece of cheese off of a modestly small block to add atop the bread, before offering V'aleera the plate.Â
"You must have walked far, please, here Madame, I am sure you must be hungry."
"Fury bless you, madame," she said in a strong but quiet voice, a slight accent upon the words. "I fear that Master Dunois was injured in the attack, and has been unable to return to his work. His apprentice, Osvald," she says with a nod toward the shop just as the sound of hammering returns, "has been attending to his business."
As she spoke she removed a piece of bread from her basket and placed it upon a small plate. She then sliced a small piece of cheese off of a modestly small block to add atop the bread, before offering V'aleera the plate.Â
"You must have walked far, please, here Madame, I am sure you must be hungry."
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