Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
Phoebe's declination was not particularly surprising, but it was a tad disappointing; Liam had been looking forward to rejoining his brothers- and sisters-in-arms. But he understood her concerns. Though he did not know Sohalia personally, he knew of her - at least enough to consider her younger and inexperienced than any leader should be. Perhaps that would work in peacetime, but how would she - and therefore Stormbreak - fare under the threat of conflict?
He didn't like to imagine it.
"I understand," Liam said. "I will always love Stormbreak, and I would like to be a part of the Dragoons again if they are indeed spreading across Caido in an effort to be a worldwide peacekeeping force rather than tied to one region. But my primary concern now is the Greatwood. I did not move here to only do things halfway. You have my loyalty - and my sword, should the need arise." He blushed faintly, realizing that their conversation had turned rather deep. "I would be happy to start a peacekeeping force here, however, if we can get enough members. In the meantime, I can offer basic training to those who may be interested."
He didn't like to imagine it.
"I understand," Liam said. "I will always love Stormbreak, and I would like to be a part of the Dragoons again if they are indeed spreading across Caido in an effort to be a worldwide peacekeeping force rather than tied to one region. But my primary concern now is the Greatwood. I did not move here to only do things halfway. You have my loyalty - and my sword, should the need arise." He blushed faintly, realizing that their conversation had turned rather deep. "I would be happy to start a peacekeeping force here, however, if we can get enough members. In the meantime, I can offer basic training to those who may be interested."
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
