Northstar Vale with copper upon your tongue

it's all good!

The pale hart winced vaguely at the words, yet dared to partially straighten and inch towards the dreskar as his tones weren't inflicted with accusation. On the contrary, they were soft and gentle, beckoning. 

"I vas seek-ing a ment-or, ta learn 'ow to def-end meself," the girl explained softly, not quite capable of meeting his gaze as her butterfly auds pinned self-consciously. 

"Ze Lady Reiko ment-ioned ye vere a varrior, I zought per-haps ye vere the best per-son ta speak ta." The healer went on to ramble rattlingly, words vaguely trembling with nerves. 

"Of course, I under-stand if'n ye 'ave more press-ing matt-ers, ser," the Peasant added respectfully, diadem of hoarfrost bobbing in a strange curtsy.