"There's a monestary I'm hoping to stay at on my way through, but after that..."
Amicae trailed off as the elf flounced over and threw herself at Petron. Nervousness fluttered at the pit of her stomach. Was she rude, or enamoured, or was she really just looking for Petron? No, that made no sense...she hadn't known who he was until he introduced himself, but then claimed to have been looking for him. So who goes looking for someone without at least a description?
Then again, it would be interesting to see how Petron took it.
This is silly. None of these people could possibly know me. Why would anyone go to that much effort?
Amicae trailed off as the elf flounced over and threw herself at Petron. Nervousness fluttered at the pit of her stomach. Was she rude, or enamoured, or was she really just looking for Petron? No, that made no sense...she hadn't known who he was until he introduced himself, but then claimed to have been looking for him. So who goes looking for someone without at least a description?
Then again, it would be interesting to see how Petron took it.
This is silly. None of these people could possibly know me. Why would anyone go to that much effort?