Shadewood Unspoken and Unforgiven

For once, Cry was rather surprised. While Snowy was a far fetch from a depressing name like Cry, the Assassin appreciated this a little bit. The man forever assumed the worst, and after many years had grown accustomed to others thinking his alias weird, or saddening. 

“That’s rather interesting,” he remarked. 

It was starting to get darker darker as the night began to encroach upon them, and he could almost count the seconds before @Gwen would begin hunting him down. 

Plus it was freezing - did the youth really want to stay here? Out here in the cold? 

“Shelter is within our borders; as you’ve done no harm to me, I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t be welcome.” 

Adding to the invite, Cry began to turn and make his way towards the snow-ladden goliath trees. “My wife has experience in healing- should you take the invite. She’ll see you assisted.”