Dragoncrest Cliffs You had your maps drawn

In a matter of moments, he found that his assumption had been correct. It didn’t come as much of a surprise, given where they were; the silver boy didn’t have what he often considered to be the Guardian temperament, so he doubted his presence was the result of a mere patrol. Yet, if the male had only recently arrived, what had he done to land himself so low in the ranks? Narrowing his eyes, he looked the other over once again, as if that would provide some insight into his personality—it didn’t. No matter, he readjusted his expression and turned away, taking a few steps in the direction he’d been heading originally. Looking back towards the other, he nodded his head in the direction he intended to go, inviting the boy along. Standing around and doing nothing wouldn’t help him get back into the good graces of Heda, so he figured he might as well do something whilst getting to know his fellow Branwoda.

Acting as if he had not heard the request for his name—Hvitserk rarely talked to strangers, or anyone he wasn’t close with, really—he kept his mouth closed. With several sidelong glances cast towards Arrille, accompanied by nods of encouragement, he attempted to prompt him to speak. About himself, he silently hoped, the Viking wanting to learn a bit about the male he’d be living in the same general area as.