Lesson One

Seer tapped a paw in thought for a moment, considering her options. “I’ve heard Mortis was attempting to make some elderberry wine. Perhaps you could see if he’ll spare some for you?” he suggested, knowing Mortis wasn’t one to say no. His lips turning up lightly in the corner. She was considering her gifts, and he was happy to take part in her brainstorm. “A dried flower bouquet would likely be well received” he agreed.

“Artorias is a warrior. He wields a sword, and lives in a castle.” He chuckled in fond amusement at the picture that was likely to give of his son in law. “Perhaps some oiling clothes or the like?” he suggested.

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