For the Love of Poem

At first he really thought that she was going to say no imply by the set of her shoulders and the rigidity of her frame. Eventually though, Theory seated herself and seemed to give in to the situation. Her comment about hearts brought a chuckle from the man and he nodded. He joked in turn. "Maybe she eats them. That's how she keeps that youthful glow, eh?" No doubt the hearts that Poem stole were kept safe close to her own. He wouldn't expect anything less from her.

Theory went on to welcome him to Abaven and the redwood brute grinned. When she asked about his skills, the giant motioned to the massive bearskin sack behind him. "In there I have all of the makings for mead. I brew drinks but I also build and craft." Ears flicked to the side momentarily as he added, "I can also fight, but I prefer not to unless there is no other choice." Sparhawk tried to be a pacifist these days. How else was he supposed to make up for his sordid past? "I tell stories. I bring happiness." He grinned again. "I sing."

When asked why Poem was not with him, the man chuckled yet again. "I would very much like to be a surprise for her." His gaze grew a little more serious as he looked Theory straight in the eye. "Also, I want you to see who I am without any distraction." He wanted the alpha of Poem's pack to see just how serious he was about this whole thing. He was here for Poem, and by extension, here for them all.