Adasse tipped his chin to the side, taking in the measure of the art before him -- because it truly was art. It was hard, not reaching down to flip through the various pieces, to find something he would call his favorite.
He shifted back as soon as Sorrel's step could be heard on the stone, leaning against the wall as if he hadn't moved a muscle. He unfolded his arms, looking curiously at it. "... Well I always like gifts. Uh, what ... is it?"
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Adasse tipped his chin to the side, taking in the measure of the art before him -- because it truly was art. It was hard, not reaching down to flip through the various pieces, to find something he would call his favorite.
He shifted back as soon as Sorrel's step could be heard on the stone, leaning against the wall as if he hadn't moved a muscle. He unfolded his arms, looking curiously at it. "... Well I always like gifts. Uh, what ... is it?"