Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

The name arrived again. Perhaps sweeter this time around as Patroclus found himself in a more...comfortable social position. No longer a complete stranger to this man. He had become a follower under him. Even if here, entirely alone, he felt like an equal to the larger man.

It would be smart of me to ask how best to show my use to you and yours. Especially seeing as my skills aren’t...exactly physically shown like most do. A bit of shy laughter this time. He knew he did not offer the traditional things. Not some grand hunter and not a mastered warrior.

I would like to prove myself as much as I can and submerge myself into things here.