Are
A name that rang a bell, not one he fancied though. Álfar, never had they proven anything but trouble for him. As per usual though, they probably had their reasons, and he knew he wouldn't give them much more than cold steel had they intruded on his home soil. Maybe they weren't all that different, the people of the Hollowed grounds and the Greatwood, maybe they could find common ground in a common enemy.
Are was roused from his daydreaming by a shapeshifter's display of power, far more fluid and graceful than he'd ever seen before. Somewhere in the twilight between man and beast, but not as binary or limited as the few he'd witnessed before her. Not daydreaming anymore, he caught himself staring in awe of the strange, placated by the turn of tone and a helping hand reached out towards him.
"I... Yes, of course, thank you." the cobbler stammered and rifled through his belt bag for the little waxed leather flask he'd packed for just that very purpose. "Here. I don't..." he passed Amalia the flask with a smile, still stammering. "Thank you." Are finally settled on simple words, simple words from a simple man.
Are was roused from his daydreaming by a shapeshifter's display of power, far more fluid and graceful than he'd ever seen before. Somewhere in the twilight between man and beast, but not as binary or limited as the few he'd witnessed before her. Not daydreaming anymore, he caught himself staring in awe of the strange, placated by the turn of tone and a helping hand reached out towards him.
"I... Yes, of course, thank you." the cobbler stammered and rifled through his belt bag for the little waxed leather flask he'd packed for just that very purpose. "Here. I don't..." he passed Amalia the flask with a smile, still stammering. "Thank you." Are finally settled on simple words, simple words from a simple man.
