Blackbeak Bluff i wonder if she misses me, probably not

"French."

It was not something he was familiar with but to his pleasure the ebony female went on to explain a bit more. Supposedly it was a language of love. No wonder Rokig didn't have a clue what she had spoken. Love had never been his forte — so why would he speak the language of it?

I do. He answers slowly but honestly with an almost eager-child-like nod of his head soon following his words. It's...unique, pretty. The Seawolf couldn't think of how else to describe it. Hopefully he was saying the right things though.