Cricket Creek Bog If you could fly then you’d feel south

He hums indifferently to her first response. “Not unknown any longer. We’ve been here for a minute.” Yet when she mentions having met a Saints his handsome face lights up in innocent interest. “Oh? What did they look like? Where they good company at least?” He laughs shamelessly, the sound rumbling from deep within his chest. 

He continues on though, a mock pout lightly taking over his face. “Too bad.” He says referencing her statement to hang near Kingslend. “I’m sure you’d have just as much fun with us.” He can’t help the toothy smirk that follows the statement. Only if she knew. He thinks momentarily. “We know if Kingslend. Spoken to them. They seem...” he pauses searching for the right words. “...like fine neighbors.”  Is all he says genuinely. He doesn’t have any issue with Kingslend yet, so they’re good in his book.

At her almost playful mention of him taking a break from ‘leaderly duties’ he huffs out a breath through his nose. One that could be considered a laugh. “Working out — training, dear.” He hums easily. So he can stay in tip top shape and able to kill at any time of course. “What about you? What practice do you find yourself taking up?”