Ramiro
Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly
Barrmount Village

Shaydrin gave her a quiet regard for a moment, then shrugged. "Perhaps it is. Or perhaps you're just some unusually robust pup that I've wildly exaggerated the importance of." He walked into the little room where he'd gotten the stools, and came out pulling his black cloak onto his shoulders. "I suppose we'll find out in due time. I'll be back tomorrow." He fastened his cloak and removed the pot from the fire, placing it gently back into its cupboard. "The woman of this house will take care of you. Hopefully, at least, otherwise I'll have words for her." He looked over his shoulder. "Is there anything else you want to say before I go?"
Stephen
Maren
Barrmount Village

Maren looked nervous, walking up to him as he put on his cloak, and she looked up with pursed lips and wide eyes. She reached up and gave him an awkward hug, that only lasted a few moments before she retracted and stepped back, nodding a little.

"Don't let M... Mallsrek hurt you. Y-you're smarts." She nodded giving him her advice. "I love you."
Ramiro
Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly
Barrmount Village

Shaydrin eyed the girl stiffly as she approached, drawing his mouth into a concernated pout. He felt utter revulsion wash across him as she wrapped her spindly little arms around him. It couldn't have ended too soon, and when she stepped back and spoke to him, he looked utterly aghast upon her.

"You ... You love ...?" He batted a hand. "Right, anyway. Goodbye." He brushed past her, hurrying his way down the stairs and out the door of the house, his shoulders stiff all the way along.

"Gods in the frost, what have I brought upon myself?" He muttered as he departed the house, glaring at the air. "More fooking suspense is what."
Stephen
Maren
Barrmount Village

"Yes, I love you. Goodb-" The door was shut before she got the rest of her words out. She sighed and shook her head a little, before walking downstairs carefully, peeking partially down the staircase to see where the other people were.