Moves of danger

Alaric had stayed in the lands of Auster for a few weeks already. He thought back to the woman he met while intoxicated in a vineyard. Melisande was her name, with her rosy vocals and pools of red eyes. She had seen him at his most vulnerable to date and did not harm him. It was such a an odd feeling to not be greeted with violence. Alas, Alaric shook her from his head. He would see her again perhaps. He was much for focused now and was itching for a spar. He lifted his head and let out a howl, calling for a invitation for a spar. Not a harsh one, just one for practice for good times sake. Once the call was completed he waited to see who is opponent would be.