Bearclaw Valley chamomile

"well, if you ever need help hunting, let us know," ancelin volunteered, glancing at athalia. his friendliness (?) was solely for the sake of ameline. this would be her kingdom, and as her knight he needed only enforce what she wanted.
and that, for now, was politeness.
"i'll keep an eye out for the dude. we'll let kvarsheim know if anyone like that is around," the indigo-eyed man nodded, looking again to his daughter as if to ask her to signal the end of this meeting he wanted to go well.