[ Two men settle around a table, low and wooden, rough along the edges. Alain Ebon has made it months ago, but the other man across from him likely doesn't know that.
There's a beat, a moment. Alain thinks to offer. ]Is there anything you'd like to eat?
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Nigel looks away, partly ashamed.]
...Yeah.
[He will. When they are alone, he will ask Alan.]
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[ The Dragonborn has the grace to look away. ]
He may think the same of you.
[ That Nigel deserves better than what Alan offers him. ]
We all have our weight to drag behind us. It's something to realize.