Horizon Ridge lost house

The portly man scoffed, dismissing Tenebris with a few unflattering words. He suggested that it was a problem of attitude that prevented the women from flouncing through the lands. The knight could not help himself. He gazed at the stranger, flabbergasted and insulted. Swelling inside of him was a wave of regret – he should not have approached the individual, at all.

Hmph, the man grunted with a dismissive turn of his head.

I’m not looking for women. This was true. Though the season for mates was upon them, Tenebris had no desire to call into the void, seeking to find someone who might bless him with her touch.

I do not believe fine women would find themselves tempted by your voice, bleating into the skies like a goat in heat. At least, no woman with a sound mind. What had the portly stranger imagined? Would they race from the trees with their skirts blowing in the wind, ready to offer themselves to him?