Fairspell Meadow we would've made cowardly kings

They stood still, watching one-another.

It felt as though time had stopped. Only the barest breeze stirred at the grass, and that kept him from thinking the world had stopped utterly. Then, she took the initiative to step closer and Drusk keenly watched this too.

He tensed, the sensation rippling through his shoulders as he lowered his head — almost cat-like in the way he stared, judging the distance, and the health of the stranger, and perhaps trying to discern an intent.

He paced a step sidelong, and stopped again. Curious now, he calls out in his strange tongue: Anha gwe ven chaf. Hash yeri?