[Silver Sliver] Scion of Ravok [Sareth]

[Hadrian]

"Oh," he said, looking disappointed when Sareth didn't assure him that female companionship would be seen to in the hopes of making some connection between their fathers. He shrugged with good nature, smiled, and drank, listening to not the first pyromancer claiming his gift was sometimes a curse. Hadrian had long ago come to terms with the value of his own gift, knowing that water was powerful in a different way. He laughed at Sareth's description of Zeltiva. "You are not far wrong," he assured him, "academicians and sailors. That is Zeltiva, but it has a value to it. Perhaps one day I will be buying you drinks in a Zeltivan bar, although few outside our people can stomach the kelp beer." He chuckled and shrugged; such was life.

[Lazybones]

Thread Complete! Notes: This was a quaint little conversation. <3 Wish there was more! Hadrian Award : Skills: Reimancy +2, Voiding +2, Philosophy +2, Drinking +1 Lores: Sweet Anathema, Acquainting a Nitrozian, Familiar Scars, Remember the Brothels Sareth Award : Skills: Investigation +2, Intelligence +1, Observation +1 Lores: Healing Scars, Nitrozian Smile, Sizing Up the Merchant Mage, Zeltiva Culture (Basic)