[ No, that walk is over the top even for Ardyn, which speaks volumes on its own. X'rhun spends a spare moment or two watching the retreating form of his friend, left only to make guesses about what might be running through Ardyn's head. X'rhun's own feelings aside, he can't imagine what it must be like to be in the other man's position, and he cannot help but wonder if this reunion holds any joy for Ardyn at all, or if it is only soured by the promise of rest that has slipped once again for his fingers.
The Duelist heaves a heavy sigh, and contents himself with knowing that they cannot avoid the subject forever, and the answers to his questions will come eventually - whether they are the ones he wants to hear or not.
After that, he does do a little sweet-talking to the innkeep, though it really isn't necessary considering X'rhun had saved the woman's daughter from a trio of cutpurses not long ago. Before long, she has piled a pair of plates heaped with food into his arms - though the ingredients may be modest (there's no cloned meat to be found here, thank you), the proprietress has a knack for cooking that always makes X'rhun think of warmth and family, home and hearth, and that alone is worth its weight in gold.
He makes his way to the room, and if he fumbles with the doorknob for a second, it's only to give Ardyn a moment to put himself together, if he cares to. ]
I hope I haven't kept you waiting overlong.
[ He says, shouldering the door shut behind him. ]
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The Duelist heaves a heavy sigh, and contents himself with knowing that they cannot avoid the subject forever, and the answers to his questions will come eventually - whether they are the ones he wants to hear or not.
After that, he does do a little sweet-talking to the innkeep, though it really isn't necessary considering X'rhun had saved the woman's daughter from a trio of cutpurses not long ago. Before long, she has piled a pair of plates heaped with food into his arms - though the ingredients may be modest (there's no cloned meat to be found here, thank you), the proprietress has a knack for cooking that always makes X'rhun think of warmth and family, home and hearth, and that alone is worth its weight in gold.
He makes his way to the room, and if he fumbles with the doorknob for a second, it's only to give Ardyn a moment to put himself together, if he cares to. ]
I hope I haven't kept you waiting overlong.
[ He says, shouldering the door shut behind him. ]