[ Zephirin's hand sinks back down to his side; he meets Francel's gaze, his frown carefully smoothed away. In the young lord's remarks, he hears the same strange, concerned reluctance of their conversation over breakfast, and once more it seems that he ought leave his past buried, though Camp Dragonhead has proven a possible lead.
His memories should never have become Lord Francel's responsibility, in any case.
After a moment, Zephirin crosses the armory floor to approach Francel, his right hand outstretched for the young lord's upon reaching him. On his lips, he wears a small, rueful smile. ]
Unless Ser Corentiaux objects, I suppose I am to stay here for a time, then. No matter what comes of it, I hope to repay your kindness.
[visibly relieved, though by all rights the young lord should not be quite so eager to keep an amnesiac within visitable distance, francel smiles and nods. there is more time now — zephirin will not go off in search of his memories, at least not until the merchant's next visit to camp dragonhead.]
I am sure he would not pass up the opportunity to have another skilled swordsman in his service. And there is no shortage of work to be done in Camp Dragonhead. Though you should be careful — he is not so forgiving a taskmaster as I...
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His memories should never have become Lord Francel's responsibility, in any case.
After a moment, Zephirin crosses the armory floor to approach Francel, his right hand outstretched for the young lord's upon reaching him. On his lips, he wears a small, rueful smile. ]
Unless Ser Corentiaux objects, I suppose I am to stay here for a time, then. No matter what comes of it, I hope to repay your kindness.
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I am sure he would not pass up the opportunity to have another skilled swordsman in his service. And there is no shortage of work to be done in Camp Dragonhead. Though you should be careful — he is not so forgiving a taskmaster as I...