Neverwinter Forest Simple things

The expression gave was somewhat off-putting. Fenrir wasn't sure what to make of both her facade and general attitude put together. Then she spoke again and finally he had an idea.

Perhaps. Was all he'd offer in response, tone grim and hollow.

Slowly, but surely, he'd begun to lose interest. She'd shown nothing that proved herself to be either willing or even capable of providing for him in someway come the future. 

Move on. They said.

It was a sensible thing to do, honestly. Why waste time here when he could be searching elsewhere? Loki* would surely not approve of this.

Maybe just one more round? It wasn't like he could be disappointed any further.

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* referring to whom he believes to be the God of Trickery and Chaos