![]() Rykker took the key that she gave him glanced at the number on the tag, smiled again, and bowed his head at her. "Thank you, please don't let me keep you." He watched her move with the broom toward more dirt that needed to be swept. He also noted the advice she gave him about the two eating establishments. He walked off toward his room that would be his resting place for the next few days if he got in to Whitevine hold soon, or indefinitely if he did not. He hoped that things would go good with him. Despite his feelings towards most people as being things he didn't want to deal with much, he still would be honored to get into his mother's hold, and in essence be become part of her family. He could try to get along with them, and he hoped he got along and warmed up to most of the Vantha here despite his mixed blood, and being half Zith. So far he was starting to warm up to these people. They had treated him well so far. He opened the door to his cabin, and looked inside. It was warm, with a fireplace, a few furnishings, and most everything you would need to get along here. He dropped his bag into the room, changed into his warmest clothes, which still wasn't warm enough really, but it was all he could do for now until he could save enough money to buy a few new things that were more conducing to this area. He then turned, opened the door and went back out to get some food at one of the establishments she had mentioned. |