"But you... don't even know who I am," the brunette says, bemused, as she looks around at the near-empty space. No one even lives in the rooms upstairs, to the best of her knowledge.
Brigitte lives in the southern inn, but she's rarely here up north — with Leonardo da Vinci starting up his smithy, though, she's found reasons to come here more often. Compare notes. Get tips and run her own ideas past him, for how she's running the southern smithy. She'd wandered into the inn once she saw the chimney was lit; exhausted, and ready to sit down for a while and warm up before reluctantly starting that trek back down south.
And then there's this stranger, beckoning her to sit down. She squints at him, a little skeptically. "Can you tell the future or something?"
the north inn
Brigitte lives in the southern inn, but she's rarely here up north — with Leonardo da Vinci starting up his smithy, though, she's found reasons to come here more often. Compare notes. Get tips and run her own ideas past him, for how she's running the southern smithy. She'd wandered into the inn once she saw the chimney was lit; exhausted, and ready to sit down for a while and warm up before reluctantly starting that trek back down south.
And then there's this stranger, beckoning her to sit down. She squints at him, a little skeptically. "Can you tell the future or something?"
(There are stranger powers, after all.)