The Blessing Feast (3 of 3)
Despite the fact that there was no hour set for arrival and people simply dropped by the homestead at their leisure, Defi kept an eye on the dock and the road even while making rounds of the gathering.
It was not precisely needed in Ascharon, but greeting the people who came was something he felt should be done.
More than simple politeness, he wanted to create a more solid social foundation.
It was one of the advantages Ymirin had over him; she had a knack for people that he utterly lacked. Her web of acquaintances likely stretched the length of the Indar River by now, from where the Indar split from the great river running all the way to the capital.
Being a slime farmer was an eccentricity – he had already heard people talking. An eccentric, harmless and likely to be bankrupt at such a young age, poor thing.
It was a fair enough footing to build on.