Brandon Bor

The young man seemed to be only half-listening to Sid. "Of course Reinhardt isn't happy. He walked here in armor. He's probably really sweaty."

Brandon looks up at the unfamiliar and sweet tones of a female elf's voice. He stares for a few moments at Jeanne, but apparently the flower is more interesting than the woman, for soon he is again looking at his fingers.

"It's the color. I didn't know this flower had blue juice inside."

"I could maybe get a blue ink out of it. Did you know you can paint with inks with a base of water, not oil? I've heard it takes longer to dry, but it also doesn't stink."

Brandon sniffs his fingers. "See? No smell other than normal plant." He holds out his fingers for Sid, or anyone else, to smell.