Aemon had recognized the stiffness in his pace and voice when he'd approached, but he'd been kind enough not to mention it. Now, he smiled politely and nodded, gathering his bag and following his half-brother into his simple, large cave. Red eyes followed the wall of the room and nodded appreciatively at Ezekiel's accoutrements. It was simply decorated; effective, without much excess. It was well-ventilated, too, and the smoke hardly clung to the walls. b>Nice place, he offered, pausing to lean and admire the Aquila's book selection. He could still smell the sweet, heavy cloves, though; but Aemon enjoyed the scent. Smiling pleasantly, he stepped over to the fire pit and sat down softly across from his half-brother. Hard day? he asked with a grin, eying the Aquila for heavier wounds, though he saw none.
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