Shady

"Aw, shit, Madre." He snorted and scratched his chin. He'd meant moving something heavy or helping her assemble something, not hunting down a Cù-sìth. Still. "... Yeah, sure, why not?" ...

"Sure." Aeron inclined his head with a kind smile. "I'd like that! Anything you could use a hand with, too? I'm happy to lend one."

"No real plans." He shrugged. "Need to unpack and such, came straight here. But mostly just wandering around looking for things to do."

Aeron nodded slowly. “Hopefully.”

“I dunno.” Aeron shrugged. “Not me. Talk of religion makes me feel awkward.”

Aeron shrugged. “Like I said; they didn’t seem all bad at first. Just misled.”

“Nothing.” He shrugged, sipping on his ale. “That’s the point. Just friendly small talk. Til it stopped being friendly.”

“Just talking.” He shrugged. “It’s what I do.” He smirked a little. “We we’re having a nice little chat about toads n tartberries before they had to go n ruin ...

“Not really.” He shook his head. “I went and got myself a fancy saddle the next town over but that’s all the excitement I’ve had lately. Mostly been keeping out ...

“Ugh, that’s the worst,” he groaned.

Aeron nodded with a heavy sigh, taking another drink. “Well… how have you been aside from all that?”

Aeron grimaced. “Shameful. I don’t see why they’ve got to be so violent about things.”

(Yeah fair… Aeron is also a bit clueless and just reads the vibes and they give young vibes lol) Aeron nodded slowly. “Well… hopefully it don’t come to blows.”

“Wait, are they?” Aeron blinked. “Didn’t realize they were that old.” He scratched his chin.

“I think they may just be a dumb kid,” Aeron offered gently. “Misled, sure. A bit pushy. But not horrible… yet.” Marge walked up and slid a mug across the ...