Blackwater Islands torn wide

Awesome! Me too! ;D

His blood red eyes make a show of looking her up and down before immediately meeting her eyes. She’s small and soft. He could easily thrash her about in a moments time — in the blink of an eye really. These types of thoughts are normal for him though. He is dominant by nature and searches for signs of submission in those he believes should submit. She is one of those cases, along with everyone else he comes across. 

So he lifts his head a bit more than it was resting even with his shoulders as he regards her. “You’re the one who brought her sisters to Blackwater.” He comments then. 

He can smell the others on her, one particular scent he knows and does not have a good first impression with despite never meeting them. One of them was pissing around their caches. Only just now connecting the scents. He doubts it’s this one though, she seems too…docile to do something so disrespectful. He has yet to see though, so he will test her.

At that thought his brows furrow. “Why did you come here for refuge? Do you plan on staying? To pledge to the Listener and her druids?” He puts her on the spot shamelessly, expecting her to answer his questions. His tone isn’t extremely biting, but it isn’t quaint or flowery.