Dragonwriter
First Post
Jareth was lost in thought. While this place was far different from the elven lands he grew up in, it still held a similar air. Here were the common folk, stuck a considerable distance from the nobles, the very people who held their lives and fates. Here, also, were the people he would be fighting to protect. People like his own family. The family he abandoned...
With a disgusted snort, he turns from his ruminations and to the place and task at hand. The young man looks at the others, having only partly heard the talk. He did catch Aidan's outburst of a question, though and looked at the farmboy, eying him with a slight frown. "You're sounding like you've never had to pay for healing. That piddly bit is hardly enough for a strong spell, but might get us a little magic."
Once the serving girl gets back, Jareth brusquely orders the house special, whatever it is, not really caring, with only water to drink. He tries to keep his mind focused on the present as he sits and listens, away from depressing memories of home and family lost, but his mind invariably wanders back, making his face look as though a stormcloud is passing over it.
With a disgusted snort, he turns from his ruminations and to the place and task at hand. The young man looks at the others, having only partly heard the talk. He did catch Aidan's outburst of a question, though and looked at the farmboy, eying him with a slight frown. "You're sounding like you've never had to pay for healing. That piddly bit is hardly enough for a strong spell, but might get us a little magic."
Once the serving girl gets back, Jareth brusquely orders the house special, whatever it is, not really caring, with only water to drink. He tries to keep his mind focused on the present as he sits and listens, away from depressing memories of home and family lost, but his mind invariably wanders back, making his face look as though a stormcloud is passing over it.