What servant would have such audacity to not only talk to a prince, but ask him to travel with him to fufill his own desire.
He gave a knowing smile towards Soren as the panel gave way, opening Mavain's gates.
Before he left, the man told him to beg for food or he would not feed him.
He wanted to do it again.
Luke felt around brushing past a couple scrolls and a battered journal, he was gentle as he pulled the journal, grabbing a loose piece of wood to hold the compartment open.
Why had the gods cursed him and sent his innocent soul to a place like this with people that harbored tainted souls? A crying youth seeking comfort.