Northstar Vale in silence i watch on from the bastion

unaware of his wife's lingering in the background out of sight; melkor's attention wholly fixes upon the stranger at their doorstep. upon first impressions she appears healthy. beyond that she shows him proper respect with her submissive posture; acknowledged by melkor with a small dip of his head ...like the tip of a gentleman's hat. her purpose stated in an accent that he is unfamiliar with; the tundrian nevertheless understands. a place to call home. something that courtfall could provide her with.

❝both things courtfall could be for you,❞ melkor gives voice to his thoughts, whiskey smoke tone contemplative. ❝i am melkor, arórëlen of courtfall,❞ he offers in introduction; a common thing he must remind himself to give. ❝who might you be, stranger? and what skills could you bring to strengthen our ranks?❞