You should! I’d love to give you a tour :D

Also, that’s great. As long as he’s happy, that’s all that matters.

One, it’s pretty neat besides the weird Veil shit that happens.

Two, is that a good thing or a bad thing? I mean, depending on what happened, it might’ve been a good ending for him?

And I’ve been hanging around Arlathan ever since I was a wee babe, so there’s that.

That’s pretty interesting though. Did the Crow handling the contract fuck it up somehow or-?

Y’know when people tell you to do something just as you’re about to do that thing? Yeah, that.

Annoys me to no end, I swear.

See that’s the thing. Antiva’s great and all, but there’s barely any foliage around! It’s all just a bunch of buildings with the few trees here and there.

Though, I didn’t know Fereldan was cold. I heard it was sunny.

Whenever the sun’s high in the sky, as it should be!

Rain and snow are wayy too fucking cold. I don’t know how people like them so much.

to the touch. “Here, have one. Not sure if spirits /can/ eat considering I haven’t seen Spite done it, but I think Illario would appreciate it.”

Aerin gestures for him to follow, walking towards the dining hall and into the small kitchen in the corner. “There should be a few snacks left here somewhere… Pretty sure I made some before I left- aha!”

He turns back to him with a couple of apple tarts in his hand, still slightly warm +

Aerin giggled, nodding along to his words. “Of course, yes. Would you like to eat anything, by the way? You must be hungry after all the walking we did.”

“That’s sweet, I guess. Pretty useful, though ‘m assuming it’d be a literal pain in the ass if you accidentally sat on it, eh?” He joked, lightly elbowing his chest with a teasing grin.

Aerin eyed the scorpion tail with a mix of uncertainty and awe, carefully releasing his hand from Envy’s to tuck into his pocket. “A tail, huh. Is it poisonous by any chance?”

“Oh- Uh, hello-“ Aerin squeaked, clearly not used to seeing Illario’s body be so… expressive. He held out a hand to the spirit, offering a small handshake. “Nice to meet you too. Didn’t think you knew who Manfred was.”

(He chuckles lightly.) Easy there, big guy. No one’s takin’ him from you.

a threat from someone unknown.

Not too long after, he returned to the courtyard. “Hey! I’m back! Everything okay?”

“Mhh…. Sure, alright,” Aerin shrugged. “Just stay clear of the others’ rooms.”

With that, he turned around and started to head to the pantry, hiding the small box with a note that warned Lucanis to be careful of its contents. He signed it as well, of course, lest the Assassin assumed it was

“Well then, I’ll just be taking this to his room. It won’t take long. In the meantime, is there anything else you want to do?”

“Oh yeah, the Wyvern one I understand. He never shuts up about them,” Aerin chuckled fondly as he stared down at the snake. “Huh, kind of like my eyes,” he murmured to himself, though he was close enough that Viago could hear him.

He closed the lid on the box, then picked it up from his hands. +

“Woah,” Aerin whispered, looking at the box once again. He poked at the lid, carefully prying it open just a little bit so he could peek at the snake inside. “What color did you get anyway?”

“Well, I could hide the snake for Lucanis to open, but hmm.” He prodded at the box that held the snake, humming thoughtfully. “… How poisonous is the snake’s venom, again? It’d be useful for some poisoned arrows.”