Mount Everfall we have a city to burn

tvarog presents her with a simple question, in which the slavicshadow is left with a cryptic response that lingers in the air betwixt them. a soft snort leaves him; perhaps it was too much to expect his first impression to be enough to tell her that he would rather be seen than a creature of stealth. a rough rumble that is half bark and half a laugh. and even if i wasn’t new to these wilds …why would i do that? nothing in life came free. the ex-lead scout was good at finding his way, of making mental maps. he could navigate by the stars and land just the same; a particular talent passed from his grandfather before the old man croaked.

what would i stand to get out of it? of course, this was all hypothetical, wasn’t it? he was going to ultimately pick a direction and tread down it. what he found was anyone’s guess …and she could travel with him if she wanted or she could continue trying to find her own way. escort services don’t come for free, y’know.