Northstar Vale the girl with the broken smile

she had an odd sound when she spoke. collision thought it to be reminiscient of some kind of old-tongue. the tune to which she sung her words harmonious and yet cryptic in some way he didn't quite understand. rustic. 

 he could, truthfully, imagine her serving masters and rulers of vast legions. she was smart and she stated what she wanted, but she, like himself, made a most willing follower. there were leader and there were followers. sometimes that roll changed for an individual...but often times it did not. that was fine. both were a necessity. 

 "You're well travelled then," it was a matter-of-fact statement. she knew her own life. 

 "You seem like a smart and capable young woman, Awenfen," this was also said as though it were stating the obvious, "If you should ever need me, for any reason, know that I am willingly at your side," Collision took his duty to serve and protect quite seriously. He didn't quite imagine this girl capable of holding steady in an altercation. His services were not just due to the empress. they were offered to any who had the same goal as him. he would protect her, ultimately, with his life and lay it down if ever the need should arise. it was a grave and serious thought--but it was what defined him most of all.