“Good,” Gale said, gripping Nepione’s hand a little too long — this did feel more portentous than their previous touch, weighted with all the import he could infuse into the moment — before letting go.
He cleared his throat. “Onward, then, to our original errand?”
None of this conversation was what he’d expected. The day started to become a little more normal as they approach Rivington Market: Gale took the lead, weaving through the meager stalls, occasionally muttering to himself about how this paled in comparison to the exotic spice markets of Waterdeep, also apparently the war on the Absolute was hell on trade routes, all of the fresh produce was limp and a little wilted and too expensive besides, what a sorry excuse for grocers —
But his griping and grumbling aside, he still seemed to be enjoying himself.
“This is so much better than scrounging up stale bread from our enemies’ abandoned storerooms,” he said. They were finally at a point where they could afford buying a better quality of supplies, these days. “Do you have any favourite cuisines? Any preferred snacks or beloved desserts?”
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He cleared his throat. “Onward, then, to our original errand?”
None of this conversation was what he’d expected. The day started to become a little more normal as they approach Rivington Market: Gale took the lead, weaving through the meager stalls, occasionally muttering to himself about how this paled in comparison to the exotic spice markets of Waterdeep, also apparently the war on the Absolute was hell on trade routes, all of the fresh produce was limp and a little wilted and too expensive besides, what a sorry excuse for grocers —
But his griping and grumbling aside, he still seemed to be enjoying himself.
“This is so much better than scrounging up stale bread from our enemies’ abandoned storerooms,” he said. They were finally at a point where they could afford buying a better quality of supplies, these days. “Do you have any favourite cuisines? Any preferred snacks or beloved desserts?”