Dragoncrest Cliffs So you found another way

He almost immediately assumed a familiar archetype: a stoic guardian of few words. Wildfire smiled to herself, then laughed when she realized Hvitserk reminded her of Gavriel, which made a lot of sense, considering. She took a moment to ponder about her former traveling companion and wonder how he was doing these days. There would always be a slight bitterness in her heart over his rejection of yore, though she hoped he was doing well.

In any case, Wildfire sensed that Hvitserk wasn't big on conversation, so she didn't try to force it. She plodded along beside him, glancing at him every now again and musing quietly. She didn't know how he and his ilk could stand this particular call of duty; it seemed dreadfully boring to her and she'd only been doing it for about forty seconds now.