Ocean's Breath Plateau give me a scotch, i'm starving

he found that he admired this man, this stark. he himself had offered no succor at donnelaith for the same reason: he had nothing to give. but there was a determination in the other that brought a smile to spark upon his lips, to light his eyes. "that is an admirable quality indeed," the druid murmured, though a glance overhead told the man he best be upon his way.

"perhaps i might see you again, and offer you true hospitality at that time."