Dragoncrest Cliffs Diaspore

Arlo frowns when she gives the solution, which seems rather obvious but he hadn’t realized he’d been in the way. Wishing to brush it off and never to bring it up, he tucks it away as she moves on just as easily. The worry lingers in the back of his mind but he nods anyway to the question as she continues to show interest. She doesn’t storm off like he expected originally he shifts his weight, just as awkward as before. “Yeah, he’s always been good at that,” he says despite Melchior’s need to impress his physical skills just as much as anything else, even if he didn’t like it.

“I’m a good warrior, I guess,” he offers with a disinterested shrug of his shoulder. He’d never found anything in particular he enjoyed doing and instead gravitated toward what had been expected of him and enough skill to pull it off.