Neverwinter Forest I Miss the Taste of a Sweeter Life

The compliment he’d offered had been accepted, much to his pleasure. To upset her would have been a terrible thing for numerous reasons, making him exceptionally thankful for her understanding of his words. To some, perhaps it would have been taken as if he was attempting to flirt, though that wasn’t the case. While his mind had been momentarily flooded with irrational ideas, he was not one to chase after anything and everything with a pulse. Still… he couldn’t help but wonder what the outcome would have been had his statement been accepted under false beliefs. It was an answerless query, of course, though dropping it from his conscious would be far easier said than done. He was thankful when the topic of conversation was focused solely on her and her story, for it subdued any troublesome concoctions his mind might have attempted to create. It wasn’t long, however, before he wished he could have remained amongst himself, for the tale shared was anything but light.

A frown took over the foreigner’s features, icy eyes holding nothing but sympathy towards her past experience. Though he knew not a single soul lost on that dark day, his heart went out to the lives that were stolen. “Δεν μπορώ να φανταστώ πώς διανύει ότι πρέπει να ένιωσε...” Alastor’s voice came out soft, the concern that laced his tone easily detectable. When he was a young boy, he had lost his sister, and the pain he’d felt had remained within his very essence ever since. It was an unshakeable feeling, the distress that came with losing someone so close practically unbearable at times. For him, however, it had been only one life. The life of his sister, though very dear and precious to him, seemed so small in comparison to the lives of an entire pack. “Είμαι βέβαιος ότι είναι καλά ληφθεί μέριμνα του στον Κάτω Κόσμο,” the argent male noted, attempting to brighten up her mood. While he doubted his ability to do so given what she’d been put through, that did not deter him from wishing to at least try. “Ίσως ακόμα να είναι ευπρόσδεκτη στο Ἠλύσιον πεδίον.” It would have been a great honour, and he wanted to believe that they’d all lived lives marvelous enough to earn them each a place there. Alastor hoped his words would be enough, for when he met her watery eyes with his clear ones, he nearly crumbled.