Ravensblood Forest standing waves

The girl settled nearby, graciously taking the back seat as Nox took charge of the situation. He hadn't forgotten the odd nickname he'd called her - queenie? The hairs on his spine had yet to flatten completely, and it was in uneasy interest that the captain regarded his words. 

A tale of survival, the dregs of society, each sentence traced with a threat as if as if turning him away would invite chaos into their woods. There was little reason to lie. The man had nothing, and would lose nothing if Nox were to deny him this chance. 

"Well ain't that a sad story," his lip curled to expose a long, yellow canine. "Dare say we could use a man like yerself." To take a chance on the unknown, wasn't that all part of the fun? "But, be my guest. Prove yer more man than ghost an' I won't be offended one bit." A jut of a chin, a challenge as if to say: the worst is right here if you want it.