"Somewhere I like to hang out, when I need a few minutes," he answers, hesitating himself, trying to decide if Clarota is really okay with this -- or if he is, even he's not sure. Either way, after a minute, he seems to decide the answer to that is yes, and so he turns, leading them back towards the city but into a quieter part of it, if only for the number of people.
Sooner rather than later, they're standing at the foot of a ladder, propped against the back of a blacksmith's and half-hidden in the dark and dirt. Vax gestures to it before climbing up and when he reaches the top, and after getting out of the way so that Clarota can follow, he takes a long look around. Across the way there are other shops -- a leatherworker, a fletcher and so on -- and all the sounds and smells weave together to remind him why he loves the people he loves when he forgets, when he's frustrated, when he's tired.
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Sooner rather than later, they're standing at the foot of a ladder, propped against the back of a blacksmith's and half-hidden in the dark and dirt. Vax gestures to it before climbing up and when he reaches the top, and after getting out of the way so that Clarota can follow, he takes a long look around. Across the way there are other shops -- a leatherworker, a fletcher and so on -- and all the sounds and smells weave together to remind him why he loves the people he loves when he forgets, when he's frustrated, when he's tired.
"Here we are," he says belatedly, quietly.