[She listens wrapped up in the tale ad it's telling. She can see it unfold on her ind, feel the words pull her down into the images and even though its not a nice story, it's one she likes. It's history, maybe not her own, but that grants it a special place in her heart]
Thank you. [It's soft but sincere, her gratitude obvious on her face. She can feel the last of her nerves ebbing away, not because of where they are but because of what he's giving her to focus on.] It's not the good men who tell the best tales but the honest ones.
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Thank you. [It's soft but sincere, her gratitude obvious on her face. She can feel the last of her nerves ebbing away, not because of where they are but because of what he's giving her to focus on.] It's not the good men who tell the best tales but the honest ones.