[IC] Old Knight, and a New Dawn - Crawkid/43

[Crawkid]

He hums as he listens to her, dropping the dishes off in the kitchen sink, "...we will need a story if I don't have any clothes, food, or a job..." she silently thinks for a while, before looking back over to her, "...if you're my daughter...hm... I need to at least appear to be responcible for you. Any ideas?"

[4323O2]

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“I can handle the second part. Story is easy. Immigrants. From where is a question you can handle because geography is not my strong suit,” it really wasn’t. She was old but had a rather bad memory for the minor things.

[Crawkid]

He is silent for some time, immigrants? It is a simple story. He quietly racks his brain for what might be the best one to go with. There is a selection, but it didnt take long, "...I'd say we came from Selza. Its small, nearby, and speaks the same language. Maybe we survived a fire or something...and this country has more work..." he murmurs, then frowns slightly, "...though it's unfortunate timing for immigrants. It'll be tough."

[4323O2]

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“I… we’ll manage…” She decided not to tell him about what she was fully capable of. He’ll find out if things so South, and only in an emergency, she decided, letting out a quiet sigh. After a moment of quiet she spoke again, more quietly. “Can it not be a fire?”