Luneshale Pass Doors opened

Rooke narrowed his eyes. Brow scrunching as his youth played upon his lips with a pout. What a strange man this was. Rent? Rooke wasn't certain what that word meant. Had he heard it before? I asked if you wanted help earlier but you said no.

Rooke's rump hit the ground. Standing and talking was great and all, but the moon held high in the starry sea overhead. The day's travel began to wear at him. The excitement that carried through the past several moments now dissipated into the cool evening breeze and the current conversation with the strangest of strangers he had even come across.

Besides it's not like I'd stay. You said it yourself. How could I help you anytime if I could be anywhere and you'd be home? What would you even want me to help with? He wasn't good at much aside from catching small game. And swimming. He liked swimming. But there wasn't enough water here to swim.