[ More things they have in common! Not that he's tracking. (He's keeping track a little.) ]
Then we are much the same in that regard.
[ For a moment, though, he wonders if handshakes are the faux pas in her world? He would much prefer a bow himself, but wants to acclimate as much as he can. Still, he is glad to shake her hand when she takes it. And to fall into step beside her as they leave that particular establishment.
G'raha takes note of the variety of food options, many of which he doesn't understand, careful to move between the few shadowy figures that dot the open areas. Each a figure in motion, frozen. Some fraying at the edges. He wonders...if he touched them, would they fall apart? They look like soot. ]
Only a few bells, unless you mean to this world in general?
[ Which, from what he understands, new people are appearing all the time. ]
I would say not more than a moon, though I'm curious how reliably time passes in a place like this. And yourself?
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Then we are much the same in that regard.
[ For a moment, though, he wonders if handshakes are the faux pas in her world? He would much prefer a bow himself, but wants to acclimate as much as he can. Still, he is glad to shake her hand when she takes it. And to fall into step beside her as they leave that particular establishment.
G'raha takes note of the variety of food options, many of which he doesn't understand, careful to move between the few shadowy figures that dot the open areas. Each a figure in motion, frozen. Some fraying at the edges. He wonders...if he touched them, would they fall apart? They look like soot. ]
Only a few bells, unless you mean to this world in general?
[ Which, from what he understands, new people are appearing all the time. ]
I would say not more than a moon, though I'm curious how reliably time passes in a place like this. And yourself?