05-11-2020, 09:48 PM
Lennox looked upon the man towering over him and Tiras. That wasn't an easy feat, to be sure. Something wasn't right about this. This 'bishop' didn't seem like a normal man to him. Not a holy one, anyway. He reminded him alot of his great-grandfather, Ludwig. Sure, he certainly towers of Ludwig, but they had the same eyes. The same presence. It was unnerving how much of Ludwig he saw in Renault. This man must be older than he seems. When Ludwig disappeared, he was in his eighties, but looked thirty years younger. Perhaps this Renault ages just as gracefully.
He seems to be at peace in this chaos. It was actually making Lennox a bit jealous. In fact, something about this life seems really appealing to Lennox. Living off the land, not having to deal with the politics of the mainland, no family to follow after you. No. That seems good now, but Lennox is a nomad by heart. He can't live this kind of life for long before he had to uproot it and relocate. But nothing said he can't be a wandering hermit. It was an idea, certainly.
Lennox' stomach growled at the promise of breakfast. "I can't speak for everyone, but that sounds nice," Lennox looked over at Renata. "Someone got me really hungry."
He seems to be at peace in this chaos. It was actually making Lennox a bit jealous. In fact, something about this life seems really appealing to Lennox. Living off the land, not having to deal with the politics of the mainland, no family to follow after you. No. That seems good now, but Lennox is a nomad by heart. He can't live this kind of life for long before he had to uproot it and relocate. But nothing said he can't be a wandering hermit. It was an idea, certainly.
Lennox' stomach growled at the promise of breakfast. "I can't speak for everyone, but that sounds nice," Lennox looked over at Renata. "Someone got me really hungry."