"That is good." Hadama inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment of Zavien's health and the welcome news that he had been able to avoid Dahlia since. Her addition to the search for Mr. Matas had not been expected or particularly reassuring, and had set their meeting even further back. Today, far from Stormbreak, they could hopefully have a little more privacy.
The Tidebreaker joined the Dragoon as they headed into the woods, listening to the quest with calm acceptance. He followed curiously, watching with bright-eyed interest as Zavien attacked a menacing-looking log that proved to be... exactly what it seemed, complete with a few irate termites that tumbled out and scurried under the loam as their dinner was interrupted. "They are usually found in water," he offered, nodding to a nearby stretch of shoreline that the trees marched right up to. One floated in the water, right next to the shallow bank, and Hadama paused a respectful distance back and extended his trident slowly until he could give the log a short, sharp poke.
And nothing happened, aside from a few splinters sticking to the starlit tines of his weapon. His expression remained serenely stoic, hiding any sheepishness he might have felt as he retrieved his weapon and looked out over the waters of the Brambles. "Busy," he rumbled in response to Zavien's question. "I have much to tell you. About Torchline... and the Family," he added, though not without a wary glance around. "Which would you like first?"
The Tidebreaker joined the Dragoon as they headed into the woods, listening to the quest with calm acceptance. He followed curiously, watching with bright-eyed interest as Zavien attacked a menacing-looking log that proved to be... exactly what it seemed, complete with a few irate termites that tumbled out and scurried under the loam as their dinner was interrupted. "They are usually found in water," he offered, nodding to a nearby stretch of shoreline that the trees marched right up to. One floated in the water, right next to the shallow bank, and Hadama paused a respectful distance back and extended his trident slowly until he could give the log a short, sharp poke.
And nothing happened, aside from a few splinters sticking to the starlit tines of his weapon. His expression remained serenely stoic, hiding any sheepishness he might have felt as he retrieved his weapon and looked out over the waters of the Brambles. "Busy," he rumbled in response to Zavien's question. "I have much to tell you. About Torchline... and the Family," he added, though not without a wary glance around. "Which would you like first?"
