Dragoncrest Cliffs itchuktuk

The knight's glare sharpened as the boy remained silent. Nearly pissing himself int he presence of the half-faced man. It was near insulting, if he was any younger than he was now, perhaps such a thing would bring him to violence - instead, he brood in silence. Unsure of what to do with this one as there was no answer to judge. A part of the Birserkir within him, the part still beating despite all the time apart; decided the boy was weak. 

Were it up to him, the groveling sea slug would have been thrown back into the foam lapping up along the sandy shores, away from the stony gates of Sapphira. Thankfully for the boy, it wasn't up to the knight - even less so as one of the Queens of the dragon's cliff approached. Her purr spurred him on, solidifying his position here as the pseudo-judge. 

The boy furthered his submission, still no words uttered. Pale brows furrowed in disappointment. If you will not speak, you will leave. He pressed. They could not help him if he didn't speak up. Was he here to join? To speak with the crown on behalf of another? Judging by the scent upon his back, this boy was a loner... so the later didn't seem true. Begging for food? Speak up!