[Godbert remembered every face he had encountered on his short walks, deeds or random acts of charity. He was after all, a very generous man who built a place for the refugees to work at. And with a wide grin, he spread his arms.

Oh Twelve preserve us, is he going to try and hug?]

Madam Noire! It has certainly been quite a long time! I had not expected to see a familiar face here!