Neverwinter Forest [m] Thalassic

At the first flash of her teeth, Catamaran obediently dropped his gaze. It was his preference to watch her, but he wanted to conserve her patience for later on.

Even gazing around them at the trees, however, his brow furrowed at that word: disrespect.

The bounty hunter stepped away from his offering, not wanting to be too close when his prisoner inevitably snapped. His mind was clouded with dark thoughts as he considered several different interactions in a new light. It seemed that there was more to this spirituality that Solharr had spoken of than he'd first thought. Had he truly signed up for a religion that venerated trees? His joining had be made on different terms, as far as he was concerned, and he did not see why his own prisoner ought to be treated differently.

From his experience with Luhtar, however, he doubted that his stance would be respected.

"What men," he asked flatly.