Lake Rodney in an empty field and

Sorry for the wait on this one!

Perhaps the best curse one can receive. To always return to good company. His features, despite perhaps being aged by his scarring, crinkled with a boyish grin. Charmed by her. She was unusual and he wondered if all the good women were like this. Mysterious, powerfully magical.

He didn't dwell on it much as someone else arrived. He assumed this was the man who could make him feel as though he'd live forever.

So respectfully, he dipped his head in greeting. With the knowledge that he was the stranger here, he waited his turn to speak.