Deepwood Weald [m] lxix. love, hunt me down

kjalarr accepts her offer for meat, graciously — offering her a soft smile, hesitant to turn and walk away abruptly. though the northman could certainty be called 'barbaric' for numerous other things, for some reason, he does not want her to think of him as such.

he stays for a while, answering whatever questions she may ask him and offering his own inquiries before eventually they both came to the mutual decision to depart and head their separate ways.