For the most part Darrow is good natured, without the traumas or mental and emotional deviations that altered many personalities. He was untouched by the things that blackened hearts and turned men and women cruel. Not that he was good, or perpetually kind. He’d done things that would bar him from the pearly gates.
The stallion’s gaze roams over the winding gaps between the autumnal trees, but he yields the greater part of his attention to Arthas. Are you here to stay? When Darrow agreed to come here he hadn’t been sure, and maybe it was premature to make a decision without knowing more about the other kingdoms and their credos but he doubted any of the others would permit him the kind of freedoms that Lepis had explained he would have here. ”Yes. I am.” He decides with a conviction behind his words that tastes unfamiliar but erases any idea of poking around other kingdoms in search of something he wasn’t going to find. ”Is there anything I should know?” He inquires over the soft rushing sound of grass and dead leaves beneath their hooves.
Darrow
i've been a teacher and a student of hurt
i've kept my word for whatever that's worth
never been last but I've never been first
no, I may not be the best but I'm far from the worst
@[Arthas]