The warm, friendly voice of the young woman who had become Stormbreak's leader rose above the general murmur and hubbub of the nearby docks and Hadama finished the stroke of his brush before looking up. His expression held its usual serene stoicism, but his emerald eyes were warm and welcoming as he inclined his head in greeting. "Welcome, Sohalia," he rumbled back to her, his voice as deep and soothing as distant summer thunder. "Thank you for coming."
He nodded towards the other supplies he'd gathered, inviting the young woman to join him at the base of the statue. "I am doing well. Torchline prospers in these peaceful days. How are you, and how is Stormbreak?'
He nodded towards the other supplies he'd gathered, inviting the young woman to join him at the base of the statue. "I am doing well. Torchline prospers in these peaceful days. How are you, and how is Stormbreak?'
