Lone Star Mountain what should we do?

Me?

The woman drew closer to him, seemingly more comfortable with his presence. Issorartuyok watched her while his heart threatened to thump into his throat. He would not sacrifice his honor. He would not do what bad spirits willed him to do.

I am a man of honor, lady of the wild. You are lovely to gaze at. You have beauty in you. You are a frightening thing, too.

The northerner cleared his throat, wondering why he had admitted to her that she was frightening. He did not believe that he would quaver before her, only that the unknown of their meeting could lead to many things. The uncertainty of their dance, the toying curiosity of her eyes, the longing he felt-

Forgive me. Again, his head bowed.

I travel with young ones from my village. We seek a new home. If you wish for company while you travel, you would be welcome with us.

I can't help you, Issor. You're like talking to a cardboard box.