Otter Creek Sound of Silence

Arric was  of the mantra don't mistake my kindness for weakness. He was stronger than anyone really knew. And he was. He kept a pleasant face, was kind to others, polite. However, he had learned of angry and aggression at a little age. Had learned what happened when you let anger role you. Had watched the blood lust consume his father at times. And he had learned early on how to control it, and would continue to do so. 

Arric stood and grinned. Lead the way.