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*Amon* · 03-06-2017, 01:45 AM

The woman seemed simply amused by his mild displeasure, and again Amon found himself strung between two emotions: frustration and bemusement. He could not bring himself to be harsh with a wolf had accepted was more than a mere mortal artifact, but he had not yet determined her overall worth. At the very least, he deigned she might be amusing the talk to. "I have a hard time believing my days are the only ones you are capable of tarnishing," he said in a somewhat lighter tone, and this time with a healthy dose of easily discernible sarcasm." Their kind did not often go without causing the suffering of... well, something or other. She asked what brought him to Auster and he could only shrug. "Curiosity. To escape the heat of the north. It's a beautiful place, of course, so it was not a difficult choice to linger a while." In truth, there was something about the fog that he found enchanting. The world was hidden, for a moment. Absent, as if time too had frozen. They were alone in their little bubble of space and time, it seemed. He continued to root around the garden, unwilling to sully himself with such philosophical thoughts. The brutish man clawed at a clump of dying herbs, uncertain what they were called but finding the scent they gave as he crushed them perfectly pleasant, and an apt use of his focus as well.
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