Barrow Fields guzila

If he had been human, he would have been rubbing his temple or perhaps pinching the bridge of his nose. The question only strengthened the bitterness that was held within him. He wanted to just return back to the island to stew in his feelings for the evening but leaving now would not be the nicest move. Not to say he was known for his niceties.

Fate and I are not on talking terms. He finally grumbled with a soft shrug of his shoulders. But you...you believe in it? Follow it? There was no sharpness or accusation in his questions. He was genuinely curious and part of him wanted to know why someone would go somewhere or do something solely based on fate.

Or you know, Rokig, maybe that was the point of fate.