Recent content by Anverth Kettlewhistle

"So an evening of rest with a warm meal?" The halfling queried with a small smile, nodding in concession. "Sounds--... Well, it sounds almost too good to be true. I'll be here when you return." He gave her a look as she left, a faint glint of attraction showing briefly in his eyes. When Valerie...

Well, any quest of true worth needs a poet or musician to take records of it! Should the Order of the Chalice ever find need for such a person to tag along and spread their story far and wide, yours truly may just happen to know a guy.

Anverth listened with bated breath as Valerie recounted the details of her homeland. He had never been too deep into the Falwood himself, only living far enough to isolate himself from the breadth of humanity without ever truly bumping knees with the prominent Elven settlements. It was a life...

(No worries!) Anverth couldn't help but grin, taking in a breath of salty air as a breeze rolled in from the sea. "I'd spend a silver if it meant sleeping on something stuffed. I've missed my old bed, even if I had to replace the hay every week or so-- Oh, do you reckon we can find some...

Anverth looked out across the seaside town upon their approach, smiling a little smirk to himself at the building's squat, wide roofs. Something about the homes these people had made for themselves reminded him vaguely of High-Hill, and the halfling realized rather suddenly that he hadn't given...

Blinking slowly, one eye closing just a hair before the other, the young musician was nearly half asleep as Valerie continued to search their surroundings for any sign of hidden observers. Anverth mumbled softly before noticing the elf's intent focus and silencing his muttering straight away...

The young half-breed felt his face heat up with redness at Valerie's teasing tone, though he wasn't quite sure why. He could take any insult in stride, and he'd taunted Magnus in spite of the dagger at his throat. Yet it was the pretty elf saying that she didn't find him all too strange that...

As their meal began to cool more and more, Anverth was quick to tuck into it. He was used to more than three meals a day back home, and it was starting to show as he wolfed down an entire rabbit all on his own. His half was finished a while before Valerie's was, yet the halfling had enough self...

Valerie's praise rang out over their small glade. The mare and mule didn't seem to mind, given that they were preoccupied with grazing after a long day's ride, yet the elf's compliment to something so mundane as his pronunciation felt warm and amazing to Anverth. A grin quickly spread over his...

Anverth listened intently as Valerie answered his inquiry, lowering his violin halfway into a resting position as she went on. Given her keen senses, she may have noticed the slightest droop of relaxation to his shoulders when she claimed that short lived romance wasn't much her speed. "Well...

Amidst his talking, the halfling hardly noticed Valerie's quiet wincing breath. His back was turned to her, reclined as she was, and it was likely for the best he didn't get worked up into a smotheringly caring frenzy over such a little injury. When she spoke up again, though, Anverth couldn't...

Anverth sat crouched over the fire, vest hanging open to let in the warmth. It hadn't been terribly long since Valerie had left for her hunt, but he already felt a grim sensation tingling his skin. It felt like a heavy blanket, weighing his shoulders and smothering even the burning light of the...

The young halfling bit his tongue as Valerie brought up an urge for retribution. Not rooted in the soldiers' mistreatment of her, but rather due to the abuse leveled at Anverth in their brief run in. His cheeks flared red, and he toyed nervously with the reigns he only half gripped out of...

The halfling hummed a jaunty tune as he thought, content to let his mule guide itself after Valerie and her mare. Anverth was never one to sneak around, so part of him knew to take the elf's word on good faith; After all, being the daughter of a noble, trained to track and hunt, she had...

Anverth could only roll his eyes at the stable hand's continued admiration of Valerie, hoping that she might catch the expression from the corner of her eye. Her attention was rapt upon the mare, though, and his effort was sadly wasted. "Well, yes, I'm quite sure he'll do just fine." The...