Lone Star Mountain ships on vigor of the waves are skimming

Mountains weren't his forte exactly; Marius had never been particularly fond of the high altitudes, and was always reminded of his father's fixation with his work (which often took him to the high reaches of Lycaenus where his superiors reigned), or the lessons he had been made to partake in; oftentimes the physical training had left him nauseous with vertigo. It wasn't pleasant, and it wasn't something Marius was prone to repeat.

He hadn't meant to climb this particular range either—but given his proclivity to seek adventure in the form of pretty faces and warm bodies, he was willing to take the chance that something might be found high atop a proverbial tower.

Likening himself to an exploratory hedge knight, he climbed until he found the scent of life upon the paths; something warm and feminine, which was a bonus. Marius felt vindicated as her pale, petite, elfin figure came in to his view — having found someone to entertain him, at least for a little while.

The man cleared his throat and murmured something incomprehensible, acting the part of a lost man oblivious to his company - when he was anything but that.