Swiftcurrent Creek Anew

Arric had settled the matter—in truth, both seemed decent candidates for their ranks, though Akavir couldn’t help but wonder if Arlette vouching for them had swayed the giant more than anything else.

His gaze swept past them, offering a small nod. “Welcome,” he spoke, his eyes drifting to Arlette who seemed all too keen to show her niece and friend their new home. “Maybe take them to the caches, if they need something to eat?”

There wasn’t much more to be said on his end—the adept Healer was eager to grant a tour, and he gave a sideways look to Arric, withholding a small smirk. “Wanna patrol?”