[Liem envies anyone who could be comfortable in frosty weather in just a warmer robe and a pair of boots, but he doesn’t raise an objection to Lord Dagoth’s suggestion. Perhaps that will suffice for him, despite his professed familiarity with a hotter climate.]
Then we will be colleagues.
[This seems to please Liem, despite the provisional nature of his own dedication to Meridian — something he’s admitted outright to some of the other shard-bearers he’s met. He has spent most of his long life living for the sake of his countrymen and his church, and having no others around him now to regard as his own people weighs on him heavily. He misses the feeling of being a cog moving in the service of some greater working.
The store that they arrive at looks modest from the front, though its depths will indeed turn out to be filled with a seemingly endless amount of different drapes. It is a painfully middle-class shop on a painfully middle-class street, a street filled with conveniences rather than luxuries, for the thronging masses of Springstar who need decent curtains and dishware and clothing and cleaning supplies and whatever else to go about their busy lives. Liem leads them right to it as he talks, and he holds the door for his companion without any hesitation at all, so used to the courtesy that it doesn’t distract him even slightly from the flow of conversation.]
With other shard-bearers, yes. Those of a suitable Aspect. [He meets Lord Dagoth’s amusement with a neutral tilt of his head, having long since become used to explaining away his aversion to touching people with his bare skin.] Mine is just a personal preference, though you could say my sensitivity to the sun is not unrelated. The country where I lived originally was home mostly to humans, especially those in my church or among the aristocracy, so by habit I’ve become used to avoiding more than incidental contact.
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Then we will be colleagues.
[This seems to please Liem, despite the provisional nature of his own dedication to Meridian — something he’s admitted outright to some of the other shard-bearers he’s met. He has spent most of his long life living for the sake of his countrymen and his church, and having no others around him now to regard as his own people weighs on him heavily. He misses the feeling of being a cog moving in the service of some greater working.
The store that they arrive at looks modest from the front, though its depths will indeed turn out to be filled with a seemingly endless amount of different drapes. It is a painfully middle-class shop on a painfully middle-class street, a street filled with conveniences rather than luxuries, for the thronging masses of Springstar who need decent curtains and dishware and clothing and cleaning supplies and whatever else to go about their busy lives. Liem leads them right to it as he talks, and he holds the door for his companion without any hesitation at all, so used to the courtesy that it doesn’t distract him even slightly from the flow of conversation.]
With other shard-bearers, yes. Those of a suitable Aspect. [He meets Lord Dagoth’s amusement with a neutral tilt of his head, having long since become used to explaining away his aversion to touching people with his bare skin.] Mine is just a personal preference, though you could say my sensitivity to the sun is not unrelated. The country where I lived originally was home mostly to humans, especially those in my church or among the aristocracy, so by habit I’ve become used to avoiding more than incidental contact.