Njal gave his speech which was short and straight to the point. It was one of the things that Týrr liked about the pallid Northerner — he didn't seem to be the type to beat around the bush. Neither did Tuwawi, Týrr had found out from his interactions from the fire kissed woman. He was not the type to implore the patience it took when it came to those who could not tell him their intentions outright. He did not like being deceived any more than he enjoyed being overtly and unnecessarily dominated. Crystalline blue eyes watched the Sveijarn family depart, and subtly stepped away from the dispersing group to go find his claimed little area where he had been sleeping for the past week or two. It was not a den but it was a favored spot and he made quick work of seeking it out to rest for the night after his partial journey with them.
a crime so old as the sky and bone