Two Rivers Isle for we don’t care about it

As they neared eachother, an appreciative dip of a crown illustrated how he took Issun’s compliment. He grew in age, but seemingly not looks. Some motto of ‘black never cracking’ flew through his mind over it, but he returned to the situation. 

“Glad you are still traveling- also glad you’ve managed to find us, again. But to travel in a band and stand upon a threshold- I have to ask what brings you?” Peripherals search the two who stand at a tense wire beside the charcoal male, a wood sheathed female who seemed unbreakably attached to him, while the other seemed more of a warrior than any he had come across in a long time. It reminded Cry of an escort mission. But escorting where? We’re they here to bring a message of sorts? 

He was piecing these links together as he stood, inquisition across his usually apathetic face.