Duskfire Glacier lust

It's, uh.... Ashlar was interrupted when a howl sounded, one that seemed to strike his new friend familiarly. The bard lapsed into grateful, awkward silence as he nodded, trying to cool the heat that flushed his cheeks.

He was nice and open in a way that Ashlar wasn't accustomed to anymore. As friendly as Prophet but with an additional, easy warmth that the reserved warrior lacked. Ashlar was smitten.

Okay. Yeah, a... another time. He smiled, then watched the other man go with a glowing gaze. Finally he turned and gathered what he'd found, preparing to make his way back towards the Rise.