Ravensblood Forest In The Shadow of the Mountains

All of her body language did nothing to assist Smokestep in understanding her discomfort. The lazy drooping of his gaze was latched to her features, though he did not register any emotional changes in what she responded to him with or how she had reacted to what he'd provided her. The pirate was merely a messenger on a dark task. He had work to complete before he would be set free by the keeper, and the girl who stood before him was a good chance at that freedom. The ghost did not wish to express this interest with her just yet, though. He felt as though he had only just hooked her attention.

The response that he received seemed as though it was an attempt at confidence. Smokestep laughed softly and shook his head. She would not understand why such murmurings were funny to him – not without having seen the deep dark of the water for herself. There was a shift in mindset when faced with the abyss. It was as though the entire body knew it would be the last thing that it saw, and that made for a daunting image.

“Bold,” he claimed in a sharp yap. Then, he moved an inch closer to her and leaned in with his yellowed teeth poking from beneath his lip. “Ye could serve her, ye know? If it is danger that ye seek...” the wild-eyed fellow attempted to entice her with his offer. The madness inside of him made for a poor salesman. There was really nothing about serving the keeper of the trench that should have inspired anyone to join such a cause. Smokestep was hoping that he had stumbled upon someone who was as brash as he had once been.