Neverwinter Forest i’m the kinda girl

Katrina might have been somewhat anti-social and appreciate anonymity as much as her escort did but she was willing to step out of bounds occasionally. It had been an unexpected surprise to her that she was speaking with in such a fluid manner. Sure, she stammered a couple times in his presence but that was normal for the young girl. Her shyness usually clung to her form like sap, keeping her from really knowing anyone aside from her closest family. And he, this strange stranger, was definitely not family yet she was still talking to him.

"How so?" So far she couldn't see him being awful, worse than awful or even miserable to her life. She saw it was more of a mystery, something she couldn't quite put a finger on. Who was he? Where did he come from? And why was he so against fulfilling his confidence in himself? Through his words she felt his downward portrayal of himself but through his posture she could see a certain sense of vanity. A pride that could not be contained.