Bearclaw Valley for a moment the gunslinger merely stood inside the door

skoll amir… that was a name that was spoken with the weight of pride, something illidan would never possess.
 
“illidan,” he answered the male’s request with a small bow of his head and a glance toward the earth. he was uncertain whether or not to admit that he was rather new to the ursus claim, but that he was not there with ill intent and he had been accepted by the dark lady morgana. instead, he stood with a faraway look in his gaze and a weary frame.