What Do We Do With A Drunken Sailor?
08-02-2019, 01:22 PM
Thoren nodded with a slight smile when Brandr mentioned his home being fascinating, then he asked what his home was called and his brow furrowed slightly. “I don’t know the words in your tongue…” He trailed, but then continued. “In our tongue it is Donyur.” Heavy accent would come to his voice as he spoke the name of his home in his tongue. “Our festivals there are much…different… more singing and crafting..among other things.” He commented, as he waited for another fish to swim by. It seemed that he and Brandr were trading places, where he had the luck previously, it seemed Brandr had it now. Still, Thoren listened quietly and respectfully when Brandr explained what Abaven was, he nodded quietly for a moment before asking yet another question. “What is Abaven like? …Do you have caves?” His tone was a bit ore excited as he asked about caves, hopeful but at the same time unsure if they had caves since Brandr didn’t live in one… A fish swam close and Thoren lurched forward into the water again, jaws snapping at the fish in hopes of coming up with meat between his jaws. Thoren is fishing, copying Brandr. |