Redhawk Caldera Fevered Interest

A word was finally offered, and with it Samwell dipped his head in greeting. His eyes closing ever so slightly along with it before rising up to meet who he could only assume, was a Redhawk, judging by the mention of a border. He turned around at it with a blinded view, picking up a massive paw and motioning to it with a questioning frown as if to say 'this?'

To anyone, he could of been read as a simpleton with his lack of speech and monstrous size, an odd gesture, but Samwell was anything but that. He noticed the steps of another, and turning his black-tipped ears he was met with another who eerie enough, in his mind, shared the same coat at him. Hot tears still drying of their face made part of him wonder what had transpired before his arrival.

A beautiful land, a crying woman, a ghostly giant. His interest was piqued before, and this did little to quell it.