"... they couldn't just all be rotted, could they."
Looking in on Tuo briefly was one of the first things on Dain's task list that morning, and he hesitates briefly when he hears that grumble -- seems he's been beaten to it. Curiosity carries him to the doorway regardless, because Vervain is sitting on the floor sorting through a bag, and it takes until Dain is standing by his shoulder for him to remember the promise made for wormy acorns.
"Good morning," Dain says softly, just to announce he's there, careful to make sure his voice doesn't carry and wake anyone. He glances up at Alvi in the rafters, then down at the acorns being sorted into two groups on the floor. "What are you doing?" he asks, kneeling down with some interest.
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Looking in on Tuo briefly was one of the first things on Dain's task list that morning, and he hesitates briefly when he hears that grumble -- seems he's been beaten to it. Curiosity carries him to the doorway regardless, because Vervain is sitting on the floor sorting through a bag, and it takes until Dain is standing by his shoulder for him to remember the promise made for wormy acorns.
"Good morning," Dain says softly, just to announce he's there, careful to make sure his voice doesn't carry and wake anyone. He glances up at Alvi in the rafters, then down at the acorns being sorted into two groups on the floor. "What are you doing?" he asks, kneeling down with some interest.