Osvald's wide-eyed expression did not fade in the least. He listened, looking more excited by the moment as he tried to take in all of the news. The little Dragoon discoursing on the finer side of Ul'dahn culture while firmly held between Osvald's hands made for quite a sight for the young brown-haired woman who covered her mouth and let out an excited laugh.
The smith seemed to snap out of it, suddenly releasing V'aleera as a broad grin covered his lips. "Ah! I am just so heartened to hear she is well! Its just the second time we've heard of her over these years."
He gently urged V'aleera to turn around, and toward the table that was being set for lunch. "Come, come, sit down you'll have to tell us everything."
The smith seemed to snap out of it, suddenly releasing V'aleera as a broad grin covered his lips. "Ah! I am just so heartened to hear she is well! Its just the second time we've heard of her over these years."
He gently urged V'aleera to turn around, and toward the table that was being set for lunch. "Come, come, sit down you'll have to tell us everything."
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