The Heartwood And will dead lips to speak?

He spoke the label out of regard, but she could not be sure of whether his words were smothered with sarcasm or uncouth merriment. It would be a mystery here on until his voice and actions proved otherwise.

To his words, the chocolate woman nodded in slight.

Khasni thought, briefly. There had been enough information shared, but what would hurt if there was more? She knew not his name, but only his title. He had spoken nothing of his past, nor how he came to be here. But in the given moment, was any of it necessary? Surely not.

You have seen the heartwood. Do you truly receive it as your hearth? The claimed Saga spoke this with genuity and austerity. Never here would there be room for uncertainty of ones loyalty. If he meant to stay, he would. Leaving without good reason would not be permitted, especially not by her.