Duskfire Glacier I'll Stay Me

If there was one thing that Adlartok prided himself on it was his impeccable manners. Manners and genteel nature, got you almost anywhere. If he had been a darker soul, perhaps if he had stayed with his uncle longer, he would have used those things to his advantage.

He chuckled and dipped his muzzle, mumbling a quiet Thanks. he liked his name, and having chosen the nicknames on the fly. He was actually quite pleased with how it sounded. He would always be Artok deep inside, but that was a privileged name that belonged to his uncle and his uncle alone at least for now.

He nodded I was trying too. I want to give back for allowing me entry. Nothing is for free. he believed that too. You always had to pay someone back in some way. For instance his mother had given his life for him to be alive. And he had been paying for that since.