Swiftcurrent Creek People Talking Without Speaking

It was a list of accomplishments and Akavir appreciated the no-nonesense approach of listing it out. At the end, his dark companion asked him, and he held down a bark of a laugh, though his face remained sober—the amusement not quite touching his eyes. “A widower. Born here in this land and come back to claim it as an extension of my family’s legacy.”

He paused, wondering if there was much else to add: “I have an extensive family, they come and go. Battle, hunting and scouting are my better attributes and I’m absolute shit at anything medicinal.”