#th.lief

“DO YOU THINK YOU COULD REPAIR THESE?” he asks the first person he sees, assuming she’s the cobbler in question. “IF THEY CAN’T BE SAVED... AH, HE WON’T THINK ON THAT. THESE WERE HIS FAVORITE BOOTS.”

“SCARED OR SURE OF YOUR FUTURE?” lief was just teasing the man, but he usually enjoyed the look of panic on people’s faces. 

“I’VE BEEN AROUND THE WORLD WITH THAT ONE,” he says, gesturing to elke reading fortunes in the back of the tavern. “BUT WE’VE NOT SEEN ANYTHING TOO INTERESTING. THEY USUALLY KNOW WHAT’S COMING BEFORE IT HAPPENS.” it’s very cute how in love with elke he is.

they had met at the ball, but they’d not been able to really talk before the whole...world endy...thing. “ELKE SAID WE’D BE GOOD FRIENDS, SO I FIGURED I’D START THE FRIENDSHIP OUT WITH A NEW LOCKPICKING SET.”

“YOU’RE DEAD ON YOUR FEET. YOU NEED REST. AND FOOD. BUT WE’LL WORRY ABOUT THE FOOD TOMORROW MORNING.”

“I COULD HAVE SWORN I BROUGHT MY MASK, I— DID I LEAVE IT ON THE BED? I THINK I LEFT IT ON THE BED. NO BECAUSE I HAD IT AT THE... AT THE PLACE WE... DO YOU HAVE MY MASK?” he thinks, perhaps, if he asks them more than once, he will find the mask. in truth, it’s in his back pocket. he just hasn’t checked there.

“HAVE YOU HAD ANY OTHER’S RECENTLY? HOPEFULLY NO MORE ARMIES OF THE DEAD.” he wouldn’t admit how worried he had been in the battle. of all the fates in ireyne, the one elke didn’t know was their own. lief couldn’t help but worry and wonder when he would have to lay down his life to save them. prophecy and all that.

“MMM. THERE’S A STORM COMING. I CAN SMELL IT IN THE AIR. CAN’T YOU?”