Barrow Fields they guarded her from all her enemies

The other male doesn’t offer anything interesting and Sirio nods once, a quiet, disinterested, “ah”, leaves his mouth and he glances around for whatever he’s looking for. He doesn’t try terribly hard, finding it difficult to relate to what the other is doing. Sirio’s motives are more direct and the last thing he cares about is random women distracting him. “Nothing that way,” he says with a point of his nose down toward the southern coast. Then again, Sirio makes an extra effort to avoid any unnecessary company. “Where’re you from?” he tosses back, turning his dark blue eyes to the dark brute. Sirio never did learn the art of subtly.