Contemplation

A gentle expression of surprise would claim the man's features at Erani's inquiry for the request was one he would, in any other situation, completely refuse. He would stand, shaking the snow that had settled upon his black pelt, and approach the river that ran silently beside him. He would seek his reflection there but the current would break it. It would be a moment before he spoke again. Such conversations required a great amount of depth. I am willing to mentor the one you are thinking of but there are things about myself that you must understand about me, and that you must tell to your young one, before we go forth with this request. he would speak seriously, the emotion stealing away from his face and leaving the man with a stoic disposition. He would turn to her again with serious gaze that chilled his cerulean eyes.



I am a skilled fighter indeed but I do not have an honorable history. I am a different man but never will my deeds be redeemed and thus I am the very same man. When I train your young one I will train her to be victorious at all costs. I will not teach them be an honorable fighter. I will teach them to kill. In any other case I would refuse to be a mentor. For young or old, foe or friend. I do not consider lightly upon sharing the knowledge of death. For when the knowledge is spread so is the possibility of evil. such would his speech cease. His cold eyes would watch for any change in expression as the man wondered whether the woman would choose to seek the request after all.
"Speech"