a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he crossed his arms . “ no , uncle maekar didn’t send me here . i simply recognized you from afar . come on , get up . ”
in some forgotten corner of a tavern, he sat huddled beneath his own cloak, his head bowed upon his knees. daeron had never much cared for thinking. it was a cruel thing, yet he cannot help it.