Anastasios watched as king Severin spoke with the gnomes. It was not something unusual for the Lich. He spoke with them all the time when he could.
What was unusual was the pixie of a girl next to him, who was smiling brightly at something Valentine was telling her. Probably something the gnome considered suave but came off as childish adoration.
The prince could admit that the gnomes were good little people. Sure, they had been a bit too chipper at the start. They still were. But that no longer annoyed him as much. It was in their nature to be pure and childish. It didn't serve him any to be bitter over the fact that he was different from them. Or, from his brother.
Alaric was speaking with Gregory at the bar. They were in a small inn by a crossroad. An inn that was full to the brim with fans. How these people fed themselves and followed the troupe was a mystery to the prince.
Didn't they have jobs? Homes?
