tunicisms-blog

by-steel-by-blood:

   {✝} -;;    ❝Are you  l o s t , traveler?  In these parts it’s dangerous to go alone.

              somehow, he could’ve sworn that he’d heard those EXACT WORDS before, though perhaps it was just an odd, misplaced case of Deja-vu. The boy shifted in his spot, having to lean back quite a bit to gaze at the messy head of red hair this man held upon his head. Geeze, was EVERYONE here so tall?
                             ’   not exactly lost. just looking for an inn.