[ William has been living off the generosity of the innkeeper and the township, much like other Chosen. However, rather than making someone uncomfortable by sharing a room, he sleeps wherever there is free space in the late evenings. He's used to it. A solid floor is only slightly more uncomfortable than a bed of soil and grass.
He's seeking such a place to rest now when he comes across the mountain of mess outside her room. He...tries to step carefully around a pile of precariously balanced items, but a light brush against them knocks the stack over. ]
Oh! I'm sorry! I'll put them back-- ah.
[ Turning just knocks over a different stack as well. William is rooted in place, looking sheepish. ]
1 (hello sorry for the wait!! work etc.)
He's seeking such a place to rest now when he comes across the mountain of mess outside her room. He...tries to step carefully around a pile of precariously balanced items, but a light brush against them knocks the stack over. ]
Oh! I'm sorry! I'll put them back-- ah.
[ Turning just knocks over a different stack as well. William is rooted in place, looking sheepish. ]