The Sentinels From the Abyss it calls me

Gunnar could see how much the youth adored his friend. It was nice to see. He had never had close friends like this. Perhaps except Saena, he had been close with her once, but he had left her quickly and Junior. He had been very close with Junior her passing had caused him great pain.

Gunnar tilted his head and listend. My father was that way. He believed in learning to fight, and battle early. Though we weren't drilled endlessly, we were certainly taught to fight. Though you'd never know it looking at this old timer now. He chuckled softly. He had fought for years. Probably still could if the occasion called for it, but frankly he was old and a little more weight was there than once before. That's all you can do.

Gunnar saw his eyes fade towards the dying light and he smiled gently. It's getting late. No reason to apologize. Well youngling I should get some sleep. You are more than welcome to stay. There's a den that way that i dug out, fairly large, we should both fit in just fine. Or I can bid you goodbye. Though I won't say no to a visit again sometime.

Fade with your next post?