GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Hárekr chuckled, giving a little bow as he spoke. "Well I seem to be something of an oddity in these lands. I was speaking Norwegian, I speak Spanish as well." He'd been rather proud of his knowledge but then he'd know wolves who spoke a plethora of languages, one in particular knew nearly a dozen and next to that his feat did not seem quite so impressive. But he wasn't about to tell the woman that. "Ahhh but Mercy is a nice name. Though is that it? Only Mercy?" The words were out of his mouth before his brain noted that it might not be good to pry. Like the Sin he met earlier she might not be overly attached to her family history or name. Oh well, the question was out and he would not retract his words once they were spoken.
The bi-colored man nodded. "Ahhh yes, training is good, especially up in the higher altitudes. If you are done resting then perhaps we can hike together."
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
