Vrinn x Miro

On one morning a few days after the events at the Thistletop fort, Vrinn seeks out Miro. The most logical place to look of course being in the Rusty Dragon kitchen. Vrinn himself is dressed in just simple, plain clothing. His armor is nowhere to be seen, even his favorite red coat isn't wrapped around his shoulders. Standing in the doorway, a little off to the side as to not impede any traffic, the tall half elf waits for a chance to catch the halfling's attention. "Miro, a word if ye could..." he says during a lull of the barking of orders as they prepare for the breakfast rush.

Miro turns back and smiles.  "Of course Vdrinn.  Come I am told the counter is a good seat."  Miro cuts his eyes at the broom boy who was eariler caught slacking off.  Miro whips his hands off on a towel and turns towards Vrinn.  He moises over to a barrel of cider just small enough that in a world were everything was miro's height it would look normal.

Vrinn puts his hand up and shakes his head, declining the offer for the cider "It's fine, I won't take much o' your time, I know you have work t' do" he starts "Just wanted t' thank you for bringing me back the other day. Don't think I ever properly thanked you for it" he says, looking around awkwardly

Miro smiles softly.  "Your appriciation is met with gratitude Vdrinn.  You ar like family to me, I could never have left you behind without doing everything to bring you back." Miro jumps off his "chair" (Cider barrel)  and moves back to the kitchen.  "I muss ask howeva what was it like"  Miro says as he moves towards a counter with various roots layed out for chopping.

Looking down at the halfling as he goes about his tasks while a pensive look creeps over Vrinn's face, he strokes his chin slightly, feeling the stubble that's begun to grow. "You know, I don't really remember it. There was a crossroad, and a calling, and later there was darkness and tits. The most glorious tits you'll ever see..." he says with a slight smile and a small chuckle "I, ahh, can see you're busy though, so I should leave you t' it..." he starts as he begins to leave the kitchen. "...Y'know, you should try it some time, might get you laid" he finishes with a wink and a laugh

Micro hangs his head and quietly begins to dice the roots.  The room becomes silent save for the rhythmic tapping of the blade in Miros skilled hands. "perhaps you are right... unfortunately I will neva know."