Lucas just murmurred something incomprehensible as Saadet asked him if that had been offensive to say. He didn’t want the Chaktawe to be mad at him. In fact he came to the decision that if that would make her like him better, he would agree that his skin was soft and milky even though it was definitely not the case!
„Work?“ he asked and furrowed his brow. As a squire Lucas had never had to find a job. His parents had pretty much decided on a career for him when they had made him a page as a little boy. He wasn’t entirely happy about that, but that was beyond the point now. „What can you do? Are you good with horses?“ He pointed at her mount.
„Maybe you could find a job at the stable!“ he suggested and quickly grabbed his horse’s reins. The cursed animal had been about to run off!
As Saadet proceeded to tell them about her home, Lucas stared at her open mouthed. He couldn’t imagine living in the desert. He had spent almost all his life in a city that was essentially one big fortress.
„I’m not sure …“ he murmurred as she asked him what kind of food they ate here. „It’s just normal food. Mabye I can buy you dinner at the inn so that you can experience Syliran food firsthand. As for gods, most knights worship Tyveth, I suppose …“ He cast a glance at Demlin who seemed kind of quiet. „You worship Tyveth, right, Demlin?“ he asked.
Lucas himself favoured Kelwyn, but that was a fact that he didn’t talk about very often. It was none of the knights‘ business.
As she wanted to know about the drinking age, Saadet got another confused look. Lucas was pretty sure there was some kind of drinking age – a least he’d never seen toddles in a bar – but he had no idea what it was. He had never cared whether the fact that he spent a lot of evenings in the various bars of Syliras was actually legal.
„Do you know what the drinking age in Syliras is?“ he asked his fellow squire.
„Work?“ he asked and furrowed his brow. As a squire Lucas had never had to find a job. His parents had pretty much decided on a career for him when they had made him a page as a little boy. He wasn’t entirely happy about that, but that was beyond the point now. „What can you do? Are you good with horses?“ He pointed at her mount.
„Maybe you could find a job at the stable!“ he suggested and quickly grabbed his horse’s reins. The cursed animal had been about to run off!
As Saadet proceeded to tell them about her home, Lucas stared at her open mouthed. He couldn’t imagine living in the desert. He had spent almost all his life in a city that was essentially one big fortress.
„I’m not sure …“ he murmurred as she asked him what kind of food they ate here. „It’s just normal food. Mabye I can buy you dinner at the inn so that you can experience Syliran food firsthand. As for gods, most knights worship Tyveth, I suppose …“ He cast a glance at Demlin who seemed kind of quiet. „You worship Tyveth, right, Demlin?“ he asked.
Lucas himself favoured Kelwyn, but that was a fact that he didn’t talk about very often. It was none of the knights‘ business.
As she wanted to know about the drinking age, Saadet got another confused look. Lucas was pretty sure there was some kind of drinking age – a least he’d never seen toddles in a bar – but he had no idea what it was. He had never cared whether the fact that he spent a lot of evenings in the various bars of Syliras was actually legal.
„Do you know what the drinking age in Syliras is?“ he asked his fellow squire.
