Northstar Vale signed and sealed

*weeps on your shoulder*

Their ranks had thinned almost abruptly, but Warbone didn't think there was any cause for concern; and he wouldn't worry, of course, not until it was much, much too late.

He felt a brush against his side, and though he assumed it was the recently very-frisky Saena, he was pleasantly surprised to find it was Dagfinn instead. He preferred romping with the young soldier more than anyone, as he was an enduring sort, and could take a fair amount of pressure from the scarred golem. He wasn't afraid of hurting the lad or otherwise frightening him off, but if he was looking for the typical playful mood in which his second greeted him, he was surprised not to find it there now.

"Dag," he rumbled, the tone of his voice acknowledging the young male's present mood with a note of mild affection— from pseudo-father to pseudo-son. He passed his tongue over his dark crown, then silently implored with an open stare: what's wrong?