ABRAHAM
So you can let it be known
I don't hold back, I hold my own
I don't hold back, I hold my own
Abraham normally wasn't the body guard. He was not usually the one chosen for escort. His set of skills were not lacking in the ability to protect Falke, no, but his desires typically sat somewhere in the realm of having criminals brought to him for questioning.
He wasn't going to argue, however. Not with the chance of dispute being so high. Halo was, after all, in turmoil.
He followed the Fixer quietly for most of their journey, Gwyeneverre taking to the skies above them. Her fiery eyes scanned for danger, unable to release anything else from her violent instincts. Abraham tugged his furs closer, unused to having to wear so many layers. Even Deepfrost in Stormbreak never got this cold. The curse of the Eirachi, he knew. The people had sought her help too many times, and she had used her icy claws to claim the region with every task she completed for them. It was their fault, truly, this land was like this.
"For what?" Abraham asked simply, lifting a curious brow towards Falke.
I can't be mapped, I can't be cloned
