“Excuse me,” Aleks said, tugging slightly on the Glaevor guard’s tunic.
He could picture himself from the man’s perspective—fourteen but small enough to be eleven, a nameless Elkarin boy who had no business being out this late. He stepped back, drawing his cloak closer around his neck in an effort to look more forlorn and also to hide the sword hanging at his waist. “Could you help me with something?”
- A Completely Rational Plan
Just a goofy little doodle of this moment from a scene @epnona-the-wisp wrote.










