[It was comforting to know that during such a terribly lonely moment during Dream's life, he remembered the day they were supposed to meet and thought on it. Did he know that Hob was waiting there, at the inn, all day for him? As each hour passed and Morpheus didn't walk through the doors, he grew sadder and a little more hopeless. Even that heartbreak didn't end Hob, though. He continued on, the way he always does.]
I'm not afraid of burdens.
[He notes, and his hand moves to briefly touch upon Morpheus' hand, then slips away before Morpheus might react poorly to the touch. At least, Hob worries he might. He turns his attention back to the musicians, but then a word catches his ear.]
The people you serve?
[A slow smile. Did he really just make himself, one such as himself, sound subservient to another? And to say that he needs them?]
no subject
I'm not afraid of burdens.
[He notes, and his hand moves to briefly touch upon Morpheus' hand, then slips away before Morpheus might react poorly to the touch. At least, Hob worries he might. He turns his attention back to the musicians, but then a word catches his ear.]
The people you serve?
[A slow smile. Did he really just make himself, one such as himself, sound subservient to another? And to say that he needs them?]
Incredible.