[The way Demeisen asks this, it sounds more like wonderment than lamentation—like this is a problem he’s never had and hadn’t ever been directly exposed to. It seems rather ironic, that such a tiny and powerless being would be burdened with such heavy concerns.
As they walk, he turns the two of them toward a tavern bleeding dim orange light onto the snowy street. When he opens the door, the low murmur of occasional voices and the flickering glow of an entire constellation of candles greets them.]
no subject
[The way Demeisen asks this, it sounds more like wonderment than lamentation—like this is a problem he’s never had and hadn’t ever been directly exposed to. It seems rather ironic, that such a tiny and powerless being would be burdened with such heavy concerns.
As they walk, he turns the two of them toward a tavern bleeding dim orange light onto the snowy street. When he opens the door, the low murmur of occasional voices and the flickering glow of an entire constellation of candles greets them.]
And how do you define what meaningful is?