Paladin of Rensford

Paladin stares at the entry box for the email with a look of utmost concentration. Here she was, finally, and now she could think of nothing to write. An unexpected obstacle that the Tiefling had not bargained for. After finally getting the damn thing to wake up properly (the monitor was off the desk attendant explained). After finally logging in (that went fine). But then there was the fact that she couldn't find Adia's email address (user error). Now the words just simply wouldn't come.

It was Paladin's first message, in a world unfamiliar with social morays and rules. Fingers tapped on the desk, on her cheek, against a bicep while arms crossed.

Fuck it. We're doing it live.



adia. it is time for the holidays in this world and mine and i would like to invite you for a drink to celebrate. also i have not forgotten the matter of the honey. my debt shall not go unpaid.

friday evening at the inn question mark

paladin