Oh, boy. [His body tingles with renewed vigor. Saelfen will spend the afternoon and possibly evening with him, and there's some sort of promise of "repayment" that is unspecified but is directly correlated with the love poems. Is it a kiss? Taryon hopes it's a kiss. Those are always the best rewards.
Well, money is also great, and so are physical gifts, but a special allowance can be made here.
The water has boiled, and the tea is seeping before Taryon returns to his workshop. An extra chair has been brought in, and work for all other projects are cleared off of the tables. Notes are arranged tastefully over the desk.]
Doty, wait at the front and let Saelfen in.
[And now, the doorman is in position. Should he light a candle and make this more romantic?] No, that's too much. [He decides to sit down and thumb through his existing notes instead.]
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Well, money is also great, and so are physical gifts, but a special allowance can be made here.
The water has boiled, and the tea is seeping before Taryon returns to his workshop. An extra chair has been brought in, and work for all other projects are cleared off of the tables. Notes are arranged tastefully over the desk.]
Doty, wait at the front and let Saelfen in.
[And now, the doorman is in position. Should he light a candle and make this more romantic?] No, that's too much. [He decides to sit down and thumb through his existing notes instead.]