[AW] just don't ask

[Rostislav]

Rostislav I listen intently to Isorath regarding his dragon and the brief description of their history, of their bond and their kind. I remember the dragons of Helovia, but none as big as Isorath's. That being said, the topic changes back to that of my little sojourn. Isorath seems impressed that I was able to travel such a distance and return in more or less one piece. I'm not sure that I can be given that much credit. He asks about the story of my journey. But we are briefly interrupted by the arrival of food. I look at it with curiosity, having never been served food before. And -- bread? I only know what it is because I'd encountered it as a child, the same way I encountered alcohol. Acton has clearly lost interest in the conversation that has started slowly and is taking its time to speed up. In just a moment with a quip regarding Aislinn, he disappears. I stare after him for a moment, an unbidden smirk alighting upon my face. 'She did kick my ass, after all. It doesn't surprise me he'd know about it - and hope she'd do it again.' I turn my attention back to Reichenbach and Isorath, smiling as my king bids me to tell the story. And I am eager to find out what all has happened in my absence. So, the story telling begins.... Out @Isorath Top Shelf Sexy Badass

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