Okay but communicating your worries is GOOOOOD. PROGRESS!
"Y-You foolish man! That is not the reason at all!" Fuming, Maxi pointed to the public baths. "H-H-How could I leave you alone with such… establishments nearby?"
Entering their private room, Riftan responded flatly as he lit the fireplace, "The King of Livadon has chosen to endorse me, so I think the odds are in my favor. Your first dance partner proved to be helpful."
"Be sure to stay close to Ruth at all times," he said as he inspected the cloak's condition, "be it on the road or during battle. He will inform you of the rules you must adhere to as a mage of our order."
Riftan observed her reaction, his gaze full of some unfathomable, complicated emotion, and let out a sigh. He turned around and pulled out a deep blue cloak from the chest.
Though Maxi wanted to retort that she had never intentionally thrown herself in danger, she held her tongue. She did not wish to argue over trivial things when he was allowing her to go on this campaign with him.
Riftan calmly walked toward the window as he replied. "The entire northeastern region, including the Duchy of Croyso, has been left in ruins. The Duke of Croyso's messenger is here seeking military aid."
Riftan calmly walked toward the window as he replied. "The entire northeastern region, including the Duchy of Croyso, has been left in ruins. The Duke of Croyso's messenger is here seeking military aid."
Ruth shook his head, breaking into a grin, and proceeded through the arched entrance. They cut across the spacious hall where the nightly banquets were held and climbed the marble stairs.