"Is he... very sickly?" Esca says, with the tone of voice of someone asking delicately after a madman.
To Esca, none of the fooderies look particularly familiar, he not having gone often to taverns or the like during his stays at Calleva. He frowns a little, and follows his nose to the best smelling cookery. "Ah," he says with a smile. "Seal."
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Date: 2012-06-25 03:23 pm (UTC)To Esca, none of the fooderies look particularly familiar, he not having gone often to taverns or the like during his stays at Calleva. He frowns a little, and follows his nose to the best smelling cookery. "Ah," he says with a smile. "Seal."