Neverwinter Forest en garde

Kieran chuckled kindly at his friend. He loved the way the man painted pictures with strange words. It made him feel not so alone. He wasn't the only one anymore with an accent. It sounded like a pack he would have fit well in once upon a time. Now peaceful times and age had caught up to him, and he wasn't as full of blood and vinegar as he had been once.

It sounds loike me kind av pack, mucker.