Sigmis was feeling testy, though he tried to keep an air of grace around him. One would have thought that those that lived close to the wall would not fall for such ridiculous rumors of the inhabitants that lived past it. Savages. Cannibals. The very thought that such things were being said about him and his people made his skin crawl, and a burn mark appeared on the table where his fist had been. As he felt someone approach, he took a deep breath and straightened himself up – in attempts to give some kingly air. “What is the best drink around here?”
Athter had been going to metia long before it was something of common place to see someone from what they call the uncharted lands. He was simply walking around not really looking for anything, letting fate guied his steps instead when he saw his father. “You know getting mad and burning the place down isn’t gonna help anything.” He told the other as he sat down next to him. “they really don’t mean whay they say father.” He added with a smile. “You do know you are seated outside of a pub right.”Â












