Ravensblood Forest I Will Walk 500 More!

"there aren't many like me," he agrees smoothly, intrigued by his mission. "are you searching for a place to call home? or merely expanding your... horizons, so to speak," samothes asks, looking him over again -- slowly this time, deliberately. he's normally not so forward, but desperate times and all of that. after a moment he looks back to the stranger's face, a lazy smile curving his mouth. "but to answer your question... we're amicable. under the right circumstances, of course." constantine does not strike him as a warmongerer, and they all seem a fairly reasoned lot. samothes has no reason to consider them unfriendly, although the exact nature of this man's inquiry remains a mystery to the messeda boy.