When there's not much left to live for

Eisleif wasn’t sure but she thought she saw appreciation in his eyes as the stunning blue orbs brushed over her well trained body. She stifled her brow from perking as she made him laugh with her statement. She could appreciate the heartiness of it as he asked her not to tell him he was very much considered an old man. Impressive really, to get to such an advanced age. She couldn’t help but to be immersed in his joy, and her own smile played at her ashen lips.

"To be honest, I don't know." He answered her question honestly as his gaze shifted to the horizon. "Maybe looking for my last adventure." An honorable quest. The band moved often, starting new adventures each time. Soon their real work would begin, and Eis would feel the glory of battle soon enough. A great adventure indeed.

”My band resides on this island for a little while longer.” She wasn’t sure how much information about Hjarrandi she should divulge. That they were here must have been obvious enough. ”Eisleif Finnvi,” She offered her name, ”You are not a wolf of tooth and claw, are you?” He seemed too soft for that, lacking in scars or any evidence he fought much during his long life.