Neverwinter Forest miles outside of the eye of the storm

It was easy to pick up on the subtle cues that were littered about. Their mannerisms, their patterns of speech. No conversation was really a cakewalk. He was left with the sensation of being judged, which sated the anticipation that had begun to build. Mordecai didn't wonder whether or not the alabaster Amazon would tear him asunder, let alone try to. He didn't blame her for the inquiry either; if he was close to her home, then she had every right in the book to be asking him where he was headed. If their roles had been reversed, he would have been doing the same, if not more when the situation required so.

“Wherever they go, I suppose. Sometimes you just can't help but see what lies around the next bend, or in this case, over the next fallen log.” He felt like there may have been something more to her question though, and stole away another long look over her. If she had a home around there, and was in fact a leader, maybe she was doing more than just defending her home in their polite conversation. He admired the possibilities, but left them at just that for the time being. Now was not really the time for assumptions.

Licking his lips passively, he added to his statement: “Within reason, of course.” Though he had gave into temptation to come to the forest in the first place, he also knew that temptation had its way of leading to ruin if not carefully watched. And he was always willing to be persuaded otherwise. “You needn't worry about me stirring trouble up without your blessing.” Another wry smile accompanied that note, his careful gesture of not wanting to be at the receiving end of her teeth for straying too close.