Northstar Vale good morning, look at the sun

As the pair continued their stride into the evergreen beyond, Scimitar leading the way, Goldhawk exclaimed with great enthusiasm: she was bloomin' exceptional, sire, excuse my language. Lady Eshe can duck and weave like a hare on springs, give or take a similie or two.

He was exaggerating a bit, sure, but it wasn't sycophancy: Goldhawk really was this enthusiastic about her training. I imagine you might be more of a... strength and fury type sah, perhaps, if you don't mind my asking...? He was ever so curious about Scimitar's fighting style. He was a huge wolf, and Goldhawk had been so close to seeing him in battle, but hadn't yet had the honour.