Blacktail Deer Plateau tinker, tailor, stalker, scout

his heart sank as the girl shrunk into herself, drawing close to her brother and speaking, once again not in the common tongue, her voice filled with fear. how had he managed to scare another woman of morningside? this was a rare phenomenon. something must be in the water.

his ears pricked, though, as he heard kieran speak to her. heard more clearly, it was a language he vaguely understood--a few of his acquaintances down south spoke it, and had taught him bits and pieces. he did not remember it very well, but perhaps he could summon something. . .

kieran's words in the common tongue reached him, a sentiment he already had picked up from her body language, and he nodded, dipping his head low in apology. "je suis. . .désolé," he tried, his voice a hoarse murmur, the last word ending in a lilt almost akin to a question. he wasn't sure on that last part.

"i am sorry, sorrel. forgive me?" he gave the young woman a soft smile with no teeth, eyes warm. "you're right; i can be rather loud."