Broken Antler Fen It's too Clear

Lady Kinra (ah yes, that was her name, he thought) straightened her already poised posture as he approached. She was very much like a knife: sharp, straight-edged, silver-colored, and pointed in attitude — effortlessly noble but also a bit too serious and uncharismatic for Valtyr to immediately warm up to. He noticed there was a spectrum of personalities in the Fen, ranging from the wilder Brandy to the spoft-spoken Aduin, and though he had is own preferences, a varity of color made for an interesting life.

Valtyr loped up the hill at a trot, stopping before the statuesque woman. "Ehh, not exactly," Val responded candidly as he rolled his bracken-colored shoulders in an 'everything-hurts' kind of way, "guess I'm just not used to sleeping in a group... I've been on the road a long time." He took a moment to stretch, one back leg extending with all of its toes spread apart. "Buuutttt it would really help me out if you tried to keep your snoring to a minimum," he joked with a toothy smile, pearly white teeth poking out from his sooty-colored maw.