11-18-2015, 03:21 PM
As soon as he lands the other man seems to sense his presence, seems to understand why he has come. He moves carefully along the bank of the stream until he comes to stand near Hurricane, his eyes searching despite the blankness in them. He is slightly off in his gaze, though close enough to impress the pale stallion with the accuracy of his sightless stare.
He quickly learns that the other fellow’s name is Brynmor. The man’s directness almost brings a smile to his features. Almost. He can appreciate such directness. It is something he is often guilty of. So much so that he wonders if he might inadvertently offend potential allies. Not that that can be helped anymore, given the current state of affairs. In any case, that is not a worry for here and now.
Steely eyes turning, he gives Brynmor a brief, assessing gaze before continuing the conversation.
”You assume correctly. I will be honest: the Tundra is not always an easy place to live, though there is reward enough. You may join me if you wish.”
He makes the offer easily enough, no hint of wariness in his voice. But he is always suspicious. Despite his penchant for bluntly offering the truth as he sees it, he never expects it in others. He has seen too much of this world to believe otherwise. Unfortunately, their ranks need filling, and if this man is willing to put in the work, he is welcome to work his way up. The Tundra though, has a way of taking care of its own. And if this man could survive what the caves would no doubt have in store for him, he would be openly welcomed into the Brotherhood. And if the man turned traitor to the kingdom, he would be dealt with accordingly. The Tundra has never been a kind place.
He quickly learns that the other fellow’s name is Brynmor. The man’s directness almost brings a smile to his features. Almost. He can appreciate such directness. It is something he is often guilty of. So much so that he wonders if he might inadvertently offend potential allies. Not that that can be helped anymore, given the current state of affairs. In any case, that is not a worry for here and now.
Steely eyes turning, he gives Brynmor a brief, assessing gaze before continuing the conversation.
”You assume correctly. I will be honest: the Tundra is not always an easy place to live, though there is reward enough. You may join me if you wish.”
He makes the offer easily enough, no hint of wariness in his voice. But he is always suspicious. Despite his penchant for bluntly offering the truth as he sees it, he never expects it in others. He has seen too much of this world to believe otherwise. Unfortunately, their ranks need filling, and if this man is willing to put in the work, he is welcome to work his way up. The Tundra though, has a way of taking care of its own. And if this man could survive what the caves would no doubt have in store for him, he would be openly welcomed into the Brotherhood. And if the man turned traitor to the kingdom, he would be dealt with accordingly. The Tundra has never been a kind place.
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
