"They will appreciate that, I'm sure," he offers, smiling and setting a
comfortable pace. Though a walk through the Nexus is always strange, the
inn in question isn't far from where they spoke.
Tucked in a cul-de-sac, the Fox and Crosier is a two-story, Tudor-style
building named for the carved and painted wooden sign hanging over the
door, of a bright red fox fleeing from a hand wielding a crook-ended stick.
A yew tree peeks over the roof from where it stands in the courtyard
partially enclosed by the inn's wings.
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Yes. Yes he is.
"They will appreciate that, I'm sure," he offers, smiling and setting a comfortable pace. Though a walk through the Nexus is always strange, the inn in question isn't far from where they spoke.
Tucked in a cul-de-sac, the Fox and Crosier is a two-story, Tudor-style building named for the carved and painted wooden sign hanging over the door, of a bright red fox fleeing from a hand wielding a crook-ended stick. A yew tree peeks over the roof from where it stands in the courtyard partially enclosed by the inn's wings.