"Sh -" Halfway to something, before he recalls himself; tongue catching on some old, snapped knuckle. "- Sorry, y'startled me there."
Evidently. When he blinks up, still bleary from sleep, his face is lined with the edge of spine: A Revised Compendium of Proper Address Among Gentlefolk of the Southeast, Translated for the Benefit of Foreign-Born Traders, etcetera, etcetera.
(Decent reference. Better pillow.)
There's a delay, while he takes Aerich in - takes the ears in -
"Ah," Cedric is tired, or that’s the tallest elf he’s ever seen. Big Wells was, what, six even? Everyone's tall to a kid. "Can I help you, Messere?"
library;
Evidently. When he blinks up, still bleary from sleep, his face is lined with the edge of spine: A Revised Compendium of Proper Address Among Gentlefolk of the Southeast, Translated for the Benefit of Foreign-Born Traders, etcetera, etcetera.
(Decent reference. Better pillow.)
There's a delay, while he takes Aerich in - takes the ears in -
"Ah," Cedric is tired, or that’s the tallest elf he’s ever seen. Big Wells was, what, six even? Everyone's tall to a kid. "Can I help you, Messere?"