Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

One white eyebrow raised in a questioning look, unsure if he just did not want to reveal his skills or if she had summed him up pretty well. She went with the latter, feeling that bragging was a thing that fit the male well. Besides, she was not interested in his story. It had been a comment of mockery, not an actual question - perhaps that was why he did not answer and instead asked a question of his own. This one though, she knew to be serious to an extent.

Yes. She answered simply, staring at the scars the other carried with him as well. And you? She asked, just a little interested.