"I-I would be happy to d-drink with you," he answers and sits down.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Well whatever you desire to drink just give a shout out to Tale Weaver over here... any milks or juices you could ever imagine are here!" she said with a wink and a thumbs up
You can't blame the writer for what the characters say. — Truman Capote
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Why of course you can... and don't worry about the money it's on me! Consider it a welcome to the tavern!" she giggles giving him a nudge and giving the Tale Weaver a thumbs up.
"You heard the man an apple juice!" she exclaimed with a hearty grin.
You can't blame the writer for what the characters say. — Truman Capote
"I'm not the owner of this tavern or anything but whatever.", Tale said and went behind the counter. She poured the apple juice and slid it to him. "Your welcome."
Everything is awesome! Including owls, swords, and revenge !
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Cornyx," he answers. "Cornyx Blackthorne. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
((Different Cornyx Alex. I was too lazy to come up with a new name, so I just used one of my stock names))
He chuckles. "I can't say I blame you."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
