The Sentinels no business but gold

lionel could not help himself. her lexicon, wealth of knowledge, and dry humour had confused him until delighted, and he chuckled gayly as wraen made some pithy comment about the soil blown her way. "whoever it was wanted you to know!" the boy crowed, moving closer as if to block a bit of the wind from his new comrade.
"we could get into shelter," lionel suggested vaguely. it was time that he moved off to locate his siblings, and relay the fantastical things that the she-wolf had told him, but skellige's pragmatism sang in his seabound blood. action first, talk later, and he wondered, waiting to see if she would accompany him elsewhere.