If Rain Is What You Want

The brute had thought of his family more than anything before closing his eyes and taking in the scents of the water, as well as the dame that he would soon notice had gotten out of the water. He could hear the sound of her pelt being shaken off, and the sound of her approaching him before she spoke. She sounded rather kind and had a genuine curiosity about her that it made the brute smile inside. Though he could not make out any facial features, but she sounded rather kind and beautiful to him. She explained that her name was Faite, a rather nice name. And when asked why he was here, she gave a deep sigh.

"I suppose something was leading me here, Ma'am," he explained, his deep voice speaking to her with a small smile spreading across his maw. "I am a nomad you see, and I suppose some relaxation and exploring instead of wandering anywhere my legs take me would be a good change of pace," he would chuckle. "My name is Roviathin, but some just call me by my last name: Kargo," he would say as his voice spoke in a genuine and gentle tone. "May I ask the same question to you, dear Faite? What brings you here?"