Godfrey naturally hadn't been unappreciative of the opportunity - indeed, even to a palate as uncultured as his own, it had been a great honour to know the taste and bouquet of such a valued and prized labour of his monastic brothers and sisters.
Having said that, conveying his appreciation had required a good bit of smiling and nodding along, and none of his own words. Godfrey hardly found stewed plums an unpleasant comparison in its experience, but couldn't deny that it hardly sounded so. And besides that, listening to the others find limitless complexity in the same glasses made his own thoughts feel simple and juvenile.
Much the same as what keeps him silent on the glass he has in his hand now. He takes another thin sip and finds another element to add to his collection of thoughts - this sip tastes like dry grapes.
He wonders idly if Gale ever experiences these banal little examples of thoughts best kept in one's own head. It seems not, or so he thinks, as he swirls the ruby table wine in his cup and watches its depths move. He knows he must reasonably, despite how loquacious and eager he may seem. But it's difficult to apply such convention to a man like him; to a life that seems to know no idle thought or wasted exercise of the mind.
This impression proves itself again; Godfrey glances up from his cup as Gale answers and reveals the truth - that he has been deceived, and that only after it closes around his ankle is the snare in the leaves where he steps revealed. ]
I am betrayed, then. Not only to a good drink in pleasant company, but also to reprieve and fellowship. [ Voice still just as mellow, smile just crinkling his eyes. ] There are far worse double-crossings.
[ And there are few who know just how necessary such measures are better than Godfrey himself. Selfish in pain. He's like a dog; he has to be tricked into showing his wounds. ]
Very well, then I shall be the one to lead our ramblings for the evening. I cannot promise any particularly interesting revelations, but if there is a burden you would particularly like to investigate...
[ Seems prudent to give him the choice, if he wants to carry something. Even if the room is dark, and all he may take on his back remains uncertain and vague. ]
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Godfrey naturally hadn't been unappreciative of the opportunity - indeed, even to a palate as uncultured as his own, it had been a great honour to know the taste and bouquet of such a valued and prized labour of his monastic brothers and sisters.
Having said that, conveying his appreciation had required a good bit of smiling and nodding along, and none of his own words. Godfrey hardly found stewed plums an unpleasant comparison in its experience, but couldn't deny that it hardly sounded so. And besides that, listening to the others find limitless complexity in the same glasses made his own thoughts feel simple and juvenile.
Much the same as what keeps him silent on the glass he has in his hand now. He takes another thin sip and finds another element to add to his collection of thoughts - this sip tastes like dry grapes.
He wonders idly if Gale ever experiences these banal little examples of thoughts best kept in one's own head. It seems not, or so he thinks, as he swirls the ruby table wine in his cup and watches its depths move. He knows he must reasonably, despite how loquacious and eager he may seem. But it's difficult to apply such convention to a man like him; to a life that seems to know no idle thought or wasted exercise of the mind.
This impression proves itself again; Godfrey glances up from his cup as Gale answers and reveals the truth - that he has been deceived, and that only after it closes around his ankle is the snare in the leaves where he steps revealed. ]
I am betrayed, then. Not only to a good drink in pleasant company, but also to reprieve and fellowship. [ Voice still just as mellow, smile just crinkling his eyes. ] There are far worse double-crossings.
[ And there are few who know just how necessary such measures are better than Godfrey himself. Selfish in pain. He's like a dog; he has to be tricked into showing his wounds. ]
Very well, then I shall be the one to lead our ramblings for the evening. I cannot promise any particularly interesting revelations, but if there is a burden you would particularly like to investigate...
[ Seems prudent to give him the choice, if he wants to carry something. Even if the room is dark, and all he may take on his back remains uncertain and vague. ]