[66] every minor detail is a major decision
[Yeah, Dist is still rather bitter about the whole droning thing and his talk with Nina. He hasn't even had the energy to update his letter, which he knows sorely needs doing, and his efforts to repair the Kaiser's gun constantly end in frustration. Sol, his cheagle, to his credit, does his best to comfort his master, but in a house full of drones he's often just too worn out to be consoled.]
[phone]
Someone in this town must be able to teach me to fight. An old resident had begun the process, but he's been... gone... for ages. I will provide compensation if it's required.
[action]
[It's late in the year, but Dist is in his garden anyway, dressed down for the job of digging up his flowerbed and eventually beginning to replicate a pretty white flower, which Sol is replanting for him as he comes up with new ones. They're selenias, flowers native to Auldrant, and it's a comfort to have them there. He's stuck, and might as well make it a home rather than a prison. He'd given up in bits and pieces already, and this just seems fitting. Damn his drone-infested house, damn his lack of friends. Damn it all.]
[phone]
Someone in this town must be able to teach me to fight. An old resident had begun the process, but he's been... gone... for ages. I will provide compensation if it's required.
[action]
[It's late in the year, but Dist is in his garden anyway, dressed down for the job of digging up his flowerbed and eventually beginning to replicate a pretty white flower, which Sol is replanting for him as he comes up with new ones. They're selenias, flowers native to Auldrant, and it's a comfort to have them there. He's stuck, and might as well make it a home rather than a prison. He'd given up in bits and pieces already, and this just seems fitting. Damn his drone-infested house, damn his lack of friends. Damn it all.]