Blackfeather Woods i'm so lost thinking our love was a lie

she seeks a man, she says.

though his common has somewhat improved since his first foray into these wilds so many years ago, still he struggles.

or perhaps, the beast of the netherworld thinks, it is his lack of wanting to speak that holds back progress.

no man. miktrull breaks the news to her in a brutish butchering of common; not meaning to sound so blunt. in fact, he winces slightly, offering a small cringe in apology.

ah — the noise is almost a strangled, pained thing. a want to not sound so ... caveman-ish; but also unsure of how to translate properly.