The good thing about courtesy is that it doesn't have to be heartfelt. Boromir enters gladly, feeling overwhelming relief the moment the warmth of the interior floods over him. Praise God, there's even a fire, not just candlelight.
He hangs his hat and cloak from a hook by the door-- they'll soak the floor beneath them, but that can't be helped. Under them he's a tall, broad-built man, home recently enough from campaign that he still moves too much like a soldier, but with weariness in the set of his shoulders. The cloak was well soaked-through, but all his other clothes are in the saddlebags or following behind with the rest of the luggage.
He extends a hand to his host. "My name is Boromir Wójcik. If there's anything I can do to repay your kindness, sir, only name it; once I come to Lethevale, I'll be able to make arrangements." It's a name well-known in Poland and even to some out here-- an old and wealthy family.
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He hangs his hat and cloak from a hook by the door-- they'll soak the floor beneath them, but that can't be helped. Under them he's a tall, broad-built man, home recently enough from campaign that he still moves too much like a soldier, but with weariness in the set of his shoulders. The cloak was well soaked-through, but all his other clothes are in the saddlebags or following behind with the rest of the luggage.
He extends a hand to his host. "My name is Boromir Wójcik. If there's anything I can do to repay your kindness, sir, only name it; once I come to Lethevale, I'll be able to make arrangements." It's a name well-known in Poland and even to some out here-- an old and wealthy family.