Barrow Fields guzila

i loved it <3

He listened intently to the male's story. He was glad he had settled in as they covered all sorts of topics. Perhaps the story should have emboldened him, made him feel as though fate wasn't awful or renewed a sense of liveliness in him. Instead he found himself feeling...hollow. Selfishly hollow. He felt as though he had accomplished nothing and that he was withering away while others set out for great things. Pilgrimages and birth signs haunted his mind now.

What was he doing here? What was he doing with his life?

Thank you. He softly mumbled finally after he simmered in the post-story silence. It had been kind of the male to share so much with him despite their rocky language barrier. It had moved something in the former seawolf deeply but he could not bring himself to discuss it or find words for it. If one looked closely though, they might notice the way a certain mulling look settled over his face. I want to return your kindness. Let me catch you a meal? Head motioned towards the coast where perhaps he could continue to dust off his fishing skills.

Maybe if he didn't discuss things further, he wouldn't feel so bad.