Blacktail Deer Plateau sacre bleu

Non, I.. Sylvaine's voice sprung forth when Dante mentioned the possibility of him moving on, but he silenced himself so that the other man could finish speaking. He was right, of course. Winter was hard time for lone wolves, and Sylvaine was hardly equipped. To live among this pack of strangers - this lower class - was something he could endure; the thought of working for his meals was off-putting, but only because Sylvaine was untrained in such acts. He was unsure despite the clear choice ahead of him.

I am trained in diplomacy and law, but not.. Not hunting or any other task. I fear I am not so useful to you. It was the truth, but one he should have kept to himself if he wanted to survive. What would this man and his family want with someone trained in speech, or philosophy, or such things as laws? But I am in need - and I am willing to learn. I will give my time to you, monsieur, in every capacity, if you will grace me with compassion.

Winter was long and arduous - so by happenstance, Sylvaine would stay for the long haul. At least until the Spring arrived, or... If Mazarin were to appear, as unlikely as that would be. I will not desert your pack, I swear it.