Snippet #1945138

The foraging had been quite good, as the small satchel of various berries, leaves and fruit suggested. So, whistling jauntily, Reis descended into the alter room, swinging the satchel of food. Probably one of the best hauls yet, his foraging trips usually became less productive, but as long as you were willing to travel all the way down the mountain just to forage, there were all sorts of odd pockets of natural production.

Though, whistling as he was and obviously too loud to come close enough to hear anything without alerting them, he seemed unsurprised that Messor was there. 'Heyo.' Reis didn't let up the happiness in his voice and mood. Hard not to notice a dark cloud. Even harder when you just overheard a conversation about it.

'Where is Whisper?' The question was casual, though not more-so than normal for Reis. And discerning gaze would notice the slightly indecisive glance that the half-elf shot Messor's way, though. To ask or not to ask? He didn't like to be rude by eavesdropping. But he also had to know who this person they were talking about was... To ask or not to ask, that was the question.