Totoka River A better Opportunity

The hesitation to approach isn’t lost to Donovan’s tentative eyes. He wouldn’t  classify this man as afraid, no, it’s smart to be afraid. He classifies him as wary, brave perhaps. For Donovan doesn’t exactly scream innocent and friendly. It would be stupid not to wary of such a man. So yes, Donovan decides this man is indeed brave and it only makes his grin curl further upwards.

“Colin Forster.” The brindled male parrots back to taste the syllables on a black tongue. “Pleasure. Donovan Azure of the Abbey.” He hums back pridefully. “No I’m not, but I’ve shacked up in that forest right there.” With a nod of his head he gestures to Ravensblood Forest.


Shaking his head he chuckles. “Rebuilding my previous back there. They got slaughtered by humans. I don’t know if you know what those are but...” he says it casually, as if discussing the weather. “They’re quite the savages.”

Then he shifts his weight and shrugs. “Might be packing up shop and moving south soon.” Is all he says back. Then he finishes with a curious look into those steely eyes of his. “You from around here?”