Thread:BTR180/@comment-28358106-20170522233122/@comment-27550231-20170523010516

Jorge sits in the kitchen of a small log cabin. The basket of confections sat on a crudely made table that was merely a carved out stump. He rests his head on his fist while reading the letter and sighs placing the letter face down next into the basket and sighs.

"Thomas... why must you remind me? Why must your morals be on such a high horse..."

Jorge stands up and looks around his filthy kitchen then shurgs.

"This really isn't a place for a girl to... for her to grow up in. Well she's all done growing kinda. Hm." He walks around the wood chips and eggshells, each making a distinctive crunsh under his boot. "No... Hell I don't even have a room just for her!"

"What's Julietta going to say? She dosen't know I have a daughter... She dosen't know anything about my time in Whitemarch!" Jorge rubs his chin as he paces nervously around his disheveled kitchen. "What if they catch me? What if they Kill me? Damn... Why is everything so much harder without..." He exhales loudly just as the door behind him opens.

"Jorge I know it's early but I thought that you'd-" She looks around the room and is visibly distraught. "How can you live in such conditions? I swear! The tavern is in a better state than this room! And the tavern isn't even complete yet! And where did you get that basket?"

Jorge frantically tries to frantically usher the young woman out of the room as he curses Thomas under his breath. "I'ts a gift from a friend! He wanted to congratulate me for starting my own village!"

"Oh? Then how did he get it here? There haven't been many outside couriers coming through here. Especially since Cydonia is still under construction." There is an awkward silence between the two as Jorge tries to come up with a fanciful lie but fails. He gently but firmly grabs Julietta's hand and leads her outside. "Come now Jules, let's eat outside!" Julietta strugles slightly as she tries to get another glimpse at the bastket but soon follows him without question.