Silvertip Mountain Houston, we have a problem

Mason listened to what his Uncle had to say, and agreed with a firm nod. He would ensure that he didn’t get angry like he had at Neverwinter. It was perhaps an easier way for him to learn diplomacy, to go along with his Uncle who was that tad older and that much wiser.

Mason smiled softly. “Thanks Kryp. Shall we head over now then?” Mason took a pace towards the borders, feeling confident with the Guardian at their backs, protecting their interest. For once he didn’t feel like a nervous fledgling.