[ Perhaps other people might not, but after hanging around Syrlya for so long, he’s become somewhat accustomed to it. He, however, opts not to comment on the very obviously haggard state of Trahearne’s being- even if he has an inkling as to why that is.

Adelis simply peers at the apologetic dip of the other man’s head without a shift of expression, before he simply lets out an exasperated noise. ]

I doubt you had any intention of sharing that, so I suppose the fault lies with a very obvious third party. [ Not naming names, since the Goddess doesn’t even have a name. ] But my ‘distress’ was hardly anything out of the ordinary. The dragon, I could have done without.

[ A small shake of the head. ]

The rest, however, was hardly much different from my home. A bit of poisoned earth and rotting flesh is nothing new.