Zavien
The tense, prickly demeanor of the woman didn't faze Zavien. He gave her a warm, welcome smile. "Oh! Koa? Of course! Were you just wanting to use the facilities or were you looking for a sparring partner?" The offer stood as he raised a curious eyebrow. He didn't know what her objectives were, but he'd be more than happy to either give her a tour or pit his blade against hers.
Sheathing his sword, he stepped forward, resting his hands on his hips. "I'm Zavien, by the way." His breath finally came easier and he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the edge of his shirt, revealing his toned muscle underneath. "What's your name?" He let his smile return, hoping to make her feel comfortable in the Dragon's Nest.
Sheathing his sword, he stepped forward, resting his hands on his hips. "I'm Zavien, by the way." His breath finally came easier and he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the edge of his shirt, revealing his toned muscle underneath. "What's your name?" He let his smile return, hoping to make her feel comfortable in the Dragon's Nest.
I learned that in suffering,
we find the true measure of our strength.
we find the true measure of our strength.
