Sawtooth Spire bleed through spaces

she calls it noble, and he considers her for another moment, turning that word over his head. was it? noble? he isn't so sure that it was, especially as, for in this time and space, it was purely selfish. especially given his belief that he would not settle down enough to share this gathered knowledge with anyone: be it partner, traveling companion or leaders.

so, warsbane does not respond.

at least, not in regards to that.

despite himself, her secretive smile and words held much to be desired and piques the adventurer's attention. because of course it would! a curious tilt of his head is given, lips parting to speak only to catch them in the last seconds before he could let them spill out. at least, so freely!

damn it all!

what is it you search for? he asks, the words tearing themselves from his throat; a ghosting step toward her taken. this ... important thing? he make a mental note that she said 'thing' not 'someone', which seemed like an interesting word choice, in his opinion.