[ Two names. He mentally pockets those too, and extends his own hand to grip hers - up close she might notice faint scars on his face, made by something thin and sharp, all of them old. She'll find them same across his knuckles, his palm rough and calloused.
If later she asks around the castle about him, she'll hear that he's some kind of courier, or less charitably a delivery boy - though why so many Abraxans here are familiar with the name of a delivery boy might seem a little odd.
He's cobbled together some middle level of influence in his year here. ]
Arrangement?
[ That earns a raised eyebrow. There's more than one way she might be barking up the wrong tree with that offer. ]
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If later she asks around the castle about him, she'll hear that he's some kind of courier, or less charitably a delivery boy - though why so many Abraxans here are familiar with the name of a delivery boy might seem a little odd.
He's cobbled together some middle level of influence in his year here. ]
Arrangement?
[ That earns a raised eyebrow. There's more than one way she might be barking up the wrong tree with that offer. ]