Neverwinter Forest unseelie

at the other woman's lack of address to him, ingram feels his chest puff slightly in thinly veiled agitation. she spoke to trikova as if ingram was not even there ...requesting his name. trikova supplies it and ingram makes an attempt to temper the worst of his prideful emotions stinging by the stranger's — morgana, as trikova had introduced her as — assumed dismissal to him.

seaglass gaze studies morgana, wondering what role she fills ...or hopes to fulfill in their trio ( reluctant as he is to think of it as as such ). but he does not ask. instead, he bites his tongue because he trusts trikova without question and assumes ( right or wrong ) that their roles and what was forming here would be revealed sooner or later. he shifts his weight and shuffles the raccoon's corpse slightly with his left paw, debating with himself.

whether he wished to offer it or bury it — though if they would linger here long enough for it to be worth making a cache, ingram wasn't sure.

how did you come to know each other? ingram inquires softly then, breaking his silence in the hopes of sating his own curiosity as it spikes despite his minuet desire to let the information come to him in it's own time. patience, it seemed, was just another virtue he lacked.