Stone Circle And our Scars Remind Us II

Skáld coughed, clearing a bit of phlegm from his lungs, and cleared his throat a few times as well as he made his way toward the borders, in preparation for the visitor. Pneumonia had sucked away his energy for a couple weeks, and while he was starting to feel better, he still found his chest a bit rattly and found himself easily winded. The healing process was slow and tedious.

He wasn’t far behind Swift, but was happy to see the youth take an interest in patrolling the borders- until he overheard the boy’s clipped tone and unwelcoming greeting. He hastened his step, so he might approach and appease the much taller visitor if it meant keeping Swift safe. 

He uttered a slightly rattly, apologetic laugh. ”What he means to say-“ He interjected as he arrived, and cleared his throat one more time. The man smelled of Swiftcurrent Creek. Skáld was not keen on giving a bad impression. ”Welcome to Kvarsheim. I am Skáld, and this Swift. I am- under weather at moment, my apologies,” He said. He noticed the weasel, but made no assumption. He blinked up at the tall visitor. ”What brings you?” He asked curiously.