Are
Respect and dry pleasantries was one thing he wasn't beyond offering to the forest folk. Joining in their revelry though, that was one bridge too far. He wanted to be the better man, to put what was behind, turn over a new leaf and step into the waters a better man. Yet the stony gaze and silent defiance of the Ascended reminded him of what exactly he was; an armed interloper, not some frolicking diplomat sent to mend any strained relations.
Are took a small step back, aware of what sorcery could do to one not careful to keep away. Even as the beautiful display erupted in joyful song his face was left a strained grimace and hands left resting close to axe and shield.
From a safe distance the cobbler-warrior disapprovingly witnessed the celebration of the Álfar and their precious Naiad.
Are took a small step back, aware of what sorcery could do to one not careful to keep away. Even as the beautiful display erupted in joyful song his face was left a strained grimace and hands left resting close to axe and shield.
From a safe distance the cobbler-warrior disapprovingly witnessed the celebration of the Álfar and their precious Naiad.
