Moonspear Everyone sees what you appear to be

“Wise answer,” he said as she finished, “there may be a place for you here after all.” She seemed flexible enough in wits and willing enough to draw assessments to reach her own conclusions swiftly and without prejudice; it appeased him that she saw value in knowing that things could change by chance or guiding hand, that there was almost something roguish beneath a guise of intellect that they capable of holding.

He reached a decision deftly, not wasting any further time.

“This is Moonspear, and my name is Dirge. The wandering shade behind me is one of our guardians, Desdemona,” he went on, gesturing to the silent purveyor behind him. “Let us show you in and get you acquainted.” With that out of the way, he turned to welcome Norah along, and waited for her to draw closer before moving along into the depths of the timber. Briefly, his gaze met that of Desdemona’s, leaving the decision for her to dismiss herself or join them.