Lost but not Forgotten

he didn't understand why a woman would want to be in such a place and ask for socialization. The battlefield was most common for claiming going underway, and it often resulted in rather regretable happenings between characters. Still, he had to stay here and stay strong else she would have been left to the ravenous creatures that so sought to wound those that did not seek wounding. Tongue rolled over inky lips and a hearty laugh rumbled through the lad, "How about we don't speak here, hm? It's not safe for rogue women, and a male would love to claim you, sweetheart,"

He was suave in most things that he did, brimming in self confidence and the ability to really display anything he wanted, but alas, he would not, and he would retreat to silence. She would choose to come or she would choose to go, but regardless of if he decided to rank her and get her somewhere efficient he swallowed back and shrugged his shoulders, "Valhalla is a huge plain, ruled by myself and Chyrsanthe Adravendi..." eyes found her own and he nodded his head to her, "if you wish to make an honest life out of what you have, feel free to come with me," he would propose a decent home to her, and it was, honestly, the best he could do.