WC: 170
Shawchert listened intently to what she had to say, he didn’t know that she would say, though they were somewhat along the lines he was expecting. He said nothing until she was finished, it seemed the poor girl was at the end of her nerves, poor thing. He nodded, not wanting to wait for the girl to have a heart attack.
I welcome you to Cercatori d’ Arte, It is a pleasure to meet you, now I hate to greet and run but I’ve got a tree waiting for me, so I’m sure Skye would be quite happy to take it from here.
Shawchert said, He didn’t mind giving the random tour of the place, but he was in a hurry, he wanted to get things ready to work on the hunting lodge and soon. He looked over at Skye expectantly hoping she would agree to this. He was sure she would be ok with it, he was a busy wolf with all the destruction the storm had caused them.
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