For a man who looks all the world like he's checked out and not paying attention, Aleron's all too aware when someone approaches his table. He just stoically continues to drink his ale without reaction, at least until the person hovering speaks. His eyes turn to the female voice and what he sees actually prompts a response. She is Tranquil.
Compassion isn't an emotion he often indulges in. This woman, however, pulls it from him. He has a great respect for anyone willing to accept Tranquility rather than live as a risk to their fellow man.
"There was nothing in the letter I needed to read."
Knowing his sister, it was probably a healthy litany of the dresses she'd ordered, the jewels she'd brought, the men she'd flirted with at the last seven parties, the state of Lady So-and-So's spreading backside. Nonsense. Once in a blue moon, Ravonild's letters would include relevant news: how her children were faring, their mother's continued good health, the wedded bliss of their younger sisters. But tonight, Aleron is feeling peevish and not of a mood to read of everyone else's lives and happiness.
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Compassion isn't an emotion he often indulges in. This woman, however, pulls it from him. He has a great respect for anyone willing to accept Tranquility rather than live as a risk to their fellow man.
"There was nothing in the letter I needed to read."
Knowing his sister, it was probably a healthy litany of the dresses she'd ordered, the jewels she'd brought, the men she'd flirted with at the last seven parties, the state of Lady So-and-So's spreading backside. Nonsense. Once in a blue moon, Ravonild's letters would include relevant news: how her children were faring, their mother's continued good health, the wedded bliss of their younger sisters. But tonight, Aleron is feeling peevish and not of a mood to read of everyone else's lives and happiness.