"You have nothing I desire." He says that neutrally. As if it is simply a fact, nothing more. As he turns to look at Gaia again, Grani trots over to him, rubbing his head against Barnabas' armβfishing for attention, which Barnabas reluctantly obliges. His focus falling to the foal.
"If you disbelieve generosity when it is offered, I can not blame you." His voice is measured and calm, controlled even. His hand runs over Grani's black coat as he continues to regard him.
While it is true that Barnabas would turn away those he deemed contemptible, he is also not a man who can be bought. Greed is not his master, that would be someone else. Besides, this is hardly the first teenager he's sheltered when they had nowhere else to go, temporary as this arrangement may be.
He looks to her again.
"Perhaps an introduction is in order. I am King Barnabas Tharmr."
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"If you disbelieve generosity when it is offered, I can not blame you." His voice is measured and calm, controlled even. His hand runs over Grani's black coat as he continues to regard him.
While it is true that Barnabas would turn away those he deemed contemptible, he is also not a man who can be bought. Greed is not his master, that would be someone else. Besides, this is hardly the first teenager he's sheltered when they had nowhere else to go, temporary as this arrangement may be.
He looks to her again.
"Perhaps an introduction is in order. I am King Barnabas Tharmr."