Hideaway Strath falcon

sorry for the wait y'all, been having some health issues but all's good now! didn't mean to hold this up or anything.

Perhaps the shieldmaiden was able to answer with patience but Aerin did not have the same capability. Her orbs of moon-shine hardened, metallic -- the cold flash of gunmetal catching the light. They were bitterly cold as The Priestess examined him, chin tilting up just a fraction. "'ow curious," the halfling hummed, unreadable. Almost fascinated, in a calculative manner of speaking.

"Where I come from, I vas born a slave. To think ye 'ave found yerself 'ere, scraping in ze dirt fer ze first time vith a former slave zat 'olds more rank than ye." Careful. 

She assessed him again, lips quirking faintly at the sense of ironic justice. Perhaps he could change. Or perhaps it would've been best to let Nyra and Ky decorate the borders with his bones. Only time would tell.