[Her stubborn kindness brings a touch of life to his lips. He keeps his eyes on the forest this time, closing them halfway.]
[wryly] Even if I did not enjoy your company, there is very little I could do to protest. Would that I had a harp so I might hear what music you bring from unfamiliar lands...
[His soft sigh betrays his age. He is very, very old, and quite tired of Deathwing's mischief.]
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[wryly] Even if I did not enjoy your company, there is very little I could do to protest. Would that I had a harp so I might hear what music you bring from unfamiliar lands...
[His soft sigh betrays his age. He is very, very old, and quite tired of Deathwing's mischief.]