Swiftcurrent Creek let the water wash away your sins

Arric followed his own invoiced concern. There was a moment where he looked to the man’s eyes, a slow nod given.

When the fatigued woman crooned to him, his gaze was fast upon her. He stalked past his comrade, the shadows playing upon the creek grounds as he loomed closer to her, waiting for any indication of attack. 

Let me look at your leg, he rumbled, his voice leaving little doubt he was not here to barter. His nose filtered her scent—recognizing nothing yet, and yet still untrusting. Why are you alone?