Swiftcurrent Creek I got my fists on the kitchen table

Me? Slow down? Maybe you should pick up the pace, dear brother, Wiggling her nostrils, a haughty grin curved along her lips.

Towards the question of her talents, Lyn gave a small shrug as if she had no answer. There were tasks she was more apt too, but there weren't any that she had taken enough interest to pursue in trade. I can hunt and patrol as well as any other. Mother taught me a thing or two of herbs as well, but I hated being holed up in the healer's den all through the days. So, in short, the latter option wasn't ideal. But really, she was open to anything else, if there was something in particular Akavir had an idea of.

Oh! And I'm good at bossing people around, She then added with an overly cunning glint in her eye. It was a joke, of course; but if anyone knew it, he would.