My Inauguration Had the Biggest Crowds

”Some experience.” He thought with a bitter note, remembering the mountain lion that had marred his face, the one that lived, the one that was probably still alive and laughing about it to this day. He wouldn’t correct him out of fear that it would mean losing his tough persona but his expression changed to a grimace, as though he had just eaten something bitter. He climbed down from the rock as the man spoke, the long hairs on his back spilling over his shoulders like a horse’s mane as he settled close to the edge of where the others had gathered. “Aye, ye’ve got me.” He said quickly, hoping no one would notice his accent, although there was very little chance of that. “A keen fight ‘n a keen navigate.” He said, once again trying to hurry through his words. “A’m Ruthgar Allentide.” He said with a short introductory tip of his head. In truth he hadn’t fought in over a year, and had always been considerably better at finding his way. Hopefully what he knew was still in him, or better yet, maybe he wouldn’t have to fight at all.

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