There's an argument to be made there - pardon, he recalls pitching a fair share of tents and seeing to the string of horses and etcetera before climbing up here -, but saying as much is so transparently an effort to avoid scolding that it can do no good.
So instead Marcoulf takes some measure of the scorching on her outerwear and a bite from the apple. There. A moment to quite literally chew over his options. He eventually settles on:
"You'll need to speak with the Lady minding the coin then, as I'm afraid the Inquisition isn't paying me enough not to nap either." Keeping him fed and clothed is just about the extent of what can be mustered (which is just fine, really). "But I'll make a deal. In exchange for the nap I'll trade you half my stock," --with a pat to the rucksack of apples-- "And get the black out of those leathers."
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So instead Marcoulf takes some measure of the scorching on her outerwear and a bite from the apple. There. A moment to quite literally chew over his options. He eventually settles on:
"You'll need to speak with the Lady minding the coin then, as I'm afraid the Inquisition isn't paying me enough not to nap either." Keeping him fed and clothed is just about the extent of what can be mustered (which is just fine, really). "But I'll make a deal. In exchange for the nap I'll trade you half my stock," --with a pat to the rucksack of apples-- "And get the black out of those leathers."