[ Very fancy indeed. It draws to mind his days of living in the capital city, working with the civilians within the stone fortress of Tifereth. Butter would come from the churning cellars, distributed amongst the hunters and those who needed it. The nutritious value of the substance meant that it would go first to the sick and the young to maintain their energy. For that reason, he rarely consumed it - better to give something so precious to another person.
Though, circumstances are different here. The world turned - not upside down, but sideways. ]
I am. You can call me the Wintersmith. What is your name?
[ — a title, not a name. But he asks of a name from her ]
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Though, circumstances are different here. The world turned - not upside down, but sideways. ]
I am. You can call me the Wintersmith. What is your name?
[ — a title, not a name. But he asks of a name from her ]