keitocchi on Dec. 27, 2009
“Come,” Shroedinger has said, with that thick accent and the language skills of a foreigner. He held out a hand and adjusted his glasses with the other. “I will… make you a mug of hot chocolate, if you…” he trailed off when Cairon's hand found his and he pulled himself up.
“I would really like that,” the bard said.