Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

"your brother is not the Lord of Two Lands."

their entire discourse had been punctuated by her physical restlessness manifesting in the tilt of her body, wanting his eye and gaining it though not in the way she wished.

"you will have to ask many women that question. another quest for your travels, mirwen."

now the elf struck at him with her true desire; thwarted. "you are young and in the world for the first time. you have met a man pleasing to your eye, so you choose without thinking. you know nothing of me and you are used to having your way. it is tantalizing."

his voice was even. "i have no distaste. only self-control. when you learn it, you will not choose so hastily. and yes. you may even choose love."

mirwen would be scorned; this may very well be the end of their discourse. she was objectively quite beautiful and twice had his mind meandered to thoughts of remarriage once more, this time predicated upon fertility alone as he approached his waning years.

and how unfair and without respect it was to contemplate this young wolf for such a loveless fate. such a transactional purpose.