Deepwood Weald we sip the wind through lips alive

The distance between them curtails at her permission; it was with a gentle reach that he set to freeing the barb from the downy hairs at her ear. Fortunately for them both, it was not well tangled, and Dirge made short work of it once he had seized it between his teeth. A gentle tug, turn, and pull later had it freed, and he spat it out in the direction he had came.

He stepped back and out to draw himself into her line of sight, a thin smile returning to his features as he regarded her better at arm's length. "Much better now," he hummed, "though I am curious what brings you to my neck of the woods." After a little bit of discussion, the two went their separate ways.