The Bracken Woods Where Shadows Lie

State yourself.

Shroud smirked. So simple a question, but so... loaded. So many subtle queries left unspoken, and thus, unanswered. But none of that would satisfy the other's inquiry. No, he had to produce an answer. Just one. Regrettable.

"A traveler," he replied simply from his position beneath the brambles in clear, deep tones, "I carry no ill will."

Amethyst eyes focused intently on the obsidian profile before him, glowing almost eerily in the dusky haze. Ears stood forward; their white innards barely visible in the gloom. He couldn't help but notice his own curiosity piqued - it wasn't often he interacted with others outside of curt business transactions. The faint smirk continued to tug at the corners of his lips before he checked it, allowing it to fade back into the expressionless mask that was so comfortable to him.

"And you?"