[ Lasulahn offers Zevran and Dorian both a warm smile. He's a little sorry he missed the rest of what sounds like a delightful story. ] Good morning.
[ He looks down to the boots, turning one foot to better show the soft leather. ] Yes, so Josephine has told me. [ The elf tries not to sound as though he dislikes it too much. He's appreciative of the effort the ambassador has gone through to procure custom boots for him, meant to minimize his discomfort. He feels he perhaps should have just gritted his teeth and born it. As uncomfortable as these are, though, they're not outright painful yet.
They're for the Winter Palace, he explains to Dorian in passing, and he's just trying to get used to them so as not to make a fool of himself. ]
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[ He looks down to the boots, turning one foot to better show the soft leather. ] Yes, so Josephine has told me. [ The elf tries not to sound as though he dislikes it too much. He's appreciative of the effort the ambassador has gone through to procure custom boots for him, meant to minimize his discomfort. He feels he perhaps should have just gritted his teeth and born it. As uncomfortable as these are, though, they're not outright painful yet.
They're for the Winter Palace, he explains to Dorian in passing, and he's just trying to get used to them so as not to make a fool of himself. ]