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“I have to go on a leave soon,” Xander said. He thumbed his tea-mug. His eyes were totally locked on his fingers and avoided the other’s gaze.
“Back to Mosch. For some Court business. It will be long days filled to the brim with meetings,” Xander said. He let out his breath. Then eyed Brown opposite of him.
“It’s common for Courtmembers, especially those from far from Mosch, to have an accomplish. A traveling-buddy, so to speak,” Xander said. He set down his tea-cup.
“Roswell can’t leave Drakenburg. Not without losing his gespan but... You madam. You can. So,” Xander said. He rubbed the rose-hip tea from his fingers and reached for his coat. The singer plucked two train tickets out of his inner pocket and presented one to her.
“I’ve heard you’re a Starq madam. A Möshiet even... I was wondering if you want to tag along with me, madam.”
Xander carefully placed the ticket on the coffee table between them and shoved it in her direction. “I.. Understand if this takes you by surprise. You’ve been away from Starqbreek for so long, there surely must be a reason why,” Xander mused out loud. The singer softly scratched his mutton-chop beard.
“But maybe... You’re eager to return. If only for a brief moment.” Xander eyed her. Hopefull.
“Roswell has told me about your Starq lessons. I’m advanced in Starq and it’s Roswell’s native language but... Maybe returning to Starqbreek, if only for a few days with me, sparks some memories of the language.” He smiled. Carefully. As he knew he was walking on thin ice.
“Besides, I’d really appreciate the companionship,” he said. Xander picked his cup back up and took a sip of his rose-hip flavored tea.
“We’d share the same hotel. But not the same room. We need to travel together by train, so I guess that’s maybe a hustle you need to face madam,” he said. Xander chuckled.
“I offer you a way back to Mosch... But you nééd to stomach my companionship for an entire train ride. Which would take roughly 4 to 5 days. Depending on if it snowed or not.”
Xander sat down in his cup again. Then poured a spoonful of honey into his already sweetened tea.
“I won’t take it as a personal attack if you refuse my lady. It’s your choice. I can only respect it.”
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“O-Oh thank you sir I..” he grimaced as he held the knife lightly in his hands. His other hand reached for his own throat, thumbing the white scar that snaked from left to right. Xander swallowed. Uneased.
“I’m phobic for knives.” An awkward pause. “S...So you can have it back. If you like, sir.”