Hideaway Strath mr. no friends

he moved with the winding pace of an obedient servant, beneath the fullvalda.

she called him thrall, at least until he proved a specialty! yet he had asked to be ordered and it had not come. he wondered if she knew what he offered in full.

fullvalda, he hummed.

he did not like repeating himself, but he would for her ears.

i can hunt for you. i can bring words to your ears. do you find these things tasteful for hildibrandr?

the name slung thick across his tongue, heavier than the languages he had spoke before.