Bearclaw Valley Uncertain flame

Evien was agreeable, which was nice. Good. Toad, like Merrick, didn't give a fuck about whatever problems lay between them- only cared that they keep it to themselves, away from the eye of the stranger. Of the enemy, actually- he introduced himself as the prince of Easthollow, and Toad laughed aloud. Easthollow, eh? He mused as his gaze flickered upward in thought before coming back to the boy. I don't like your attitude, man- He'd begun to stride forward, toward the stranger, scarcely paying attention to Revui's presence- but the feeling of Merrick coming up beside him stopped him in his tracks and words. He was a knight here, yes- but Merrick was the monster they ought to fear. He was quiet as the cyclops spoke then, an ear flickering backward to acknowledge the approach of the blackbird too, though forest green haze remained coolly focused on Clay.