Hello Echo

The woman was a pretty thing. Big, like him. Sparhawk liked big women. They were hefty, they weren't breakable and, dammit, he just liked to look at them. He appreciated her coloring for a moment before leading her into the cavern. She complimented the glow and asked if he lived there. A good natured laugh boomed from the man, echoing on the cavern walls. "No, no live here. I'm from north of the north. Snow aaaall the time." His eyes twinkled as he spoke. "Ah, but I need a bit of change. Find this place. Good place to weather the storm, eh?"

"Sparhawk," he offered his name with a tap to his own chest. "You are welcome to staying. Company is good. Is nice." The charcoal and red man sifted around in a rolled up bearskin until he came away with a drinking skein. "If cold, this warm you right up." He blustered a bit, searching for the words. "Ahh.... go easy. Is strong if you don't drink all the time." If she wanted to cut loose, however... drinking the mead would be the way to do it.

"Why a nice lady like you so far from home? You is far from home, right?" She didn't smell like she was from around here. Neither did he. Sparhawk always had the cold smell of snow around him. Well... and the smell of mead. But he was a brewmaster, so why wouldn't he smell like his craft? As the pair sat, Sparhawk began humming again, still enjoying the echoing sound as his song bounced off of the walls. He stopped and shot a glance at the dame. "You have very nice voice, miss. I like a lot. I miss singink with my family." Ah, but he didn't miss his family. Not much, anyway.