In response, Ellis makes a noise somewhere between impressed and amused. Subtext: How fancy.
But really, what must it be like to return to places regularly? What must it be like to have such connections? Though maybe the real question is what kind of seamstress tends to a monster hunter's dress?
"Maybe you'll have to introduce me," Ellis says, looking down at his front before taking a swig from his flask. "I'm going to need some tailoring done after I burn this lot."
One particular perk of joining this guild: having the space to expand his wardrobe, just slightly.
"I'll consider it. You will certainly need someone."
She is loathe to sit fully upright just yet - there is an ache in her side that seems like it will become deeply unpleasant when she does -, and so she neglects to do so for a few moments more. The night is cool, the view down into the meandering valley to the little winking lights of the village is pleasant enough and, with the exception of escaping the fetid smell, there is no reason at all to be in a hurry.
"It occurs to me that I neglected to ask when first we set out, Mr Ginsberg. What has brought you to our strange little coterie?"
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But really, what must it be like to return to places regularly? What must it be like to have such connections? Though maybe the real question is what kind of seamstress tends to a monster hunter's dress?
"Maybe you'll have to introduce me," Ellis says, looking down at his front before taking a swig from his flask. "I'm going to need some tailoring done after I burn this lot."
One particular perk of joining this guild: having the space to expand his wardrobe, just slightly.
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She is loathe to sit fully upright just yet - there is an ache in her side that seems like it will become deeply unpleasant when she does -, and so she neglects to do so for a few moments more. The night is cool, the view down into the meandering valley to the little winking lights of the village is pleasant enough and, with the exception of escaping the fetid smell, there is no reason at all to be in a hurry.
"It occurs to me that I neglected to ask when first we set out, Mr Ginsberg. What has brought you to our strange little coterie?"