Felltree Marsh But the prince of any failing empire knows

badlands is quiet; contemplative. he takes it into account and would surely keep it in the back of his mind. a part of him wants to go hearthwood and request an audience with tybault's sister then and there and allow the man to get back to his foxhunt.

well, either way, he intended to let tybault get back to his fox hunt.

i'll think about it, badlands finally breaks his silence. thanks. it's almost a sheepish, gruff thing: that word of his appreciation. genuine in it's nature but slightly apologetic for not jumping on the possible chance to join hearthwood right off the bat.

while it wasn't like badlands had any other prospects, he also didn't want to jump without considering all options first.

calculating, borderlining cautious ... that was the kind of man he was.

good luck with your fox hunt. he offers with a soft grin, idly wondering if luck would be on tybault's side or if he'd be left to search for a while.