[ Frederick finds himself on the Wyver side of the exhibition, not because he has any particular interest in migrating over to the other side but simply because he'd like more information and to be better prepared should he ever find himself there in less than optimal occasions.
The brochures are handy and so is the swag bag, but what he's wholly unprepared for is the language that's suddenly assaulting his ears, and from a young woman who hardly seems older than Lucina's age to boot.
His head recoils backwards as he stares with deep furrows in his brows. ]
a, wyver
The brochures are handy and so is the swag bag, but what he's wholly unprepared for is the language that's suddenly assaulting his ears, and from a young woman who hardly seems older than Lucina's age to boot.
His head recoils backwards as he stares with deep furrows in his brows. ]
I beg your pardon?
[ Language?? ]