Recent content by Corvus

“I never thought I’d see hair as vibrant as yours either.” He reminds, “So that’d be a fools wager to take.” His lips curled upward, and he gave a nod of acknowledgement for her paying for their drinks. Standing, he motioned to Scalf to follow along and the shaggy, white canine padded after...

"Well perhaps you shouldn't then." He retorts calmly, palm still stroking over the head of his wolf. Sizing her up again, he raised a brow, and then the left corner of his lips twitched in amusement at her offer of a drink. She didn't wait for a response, though. She moved past him, and it was...

"Let's not ask silly questions." He retorts, a brow lofted at what she was willing to pay. That was far more than most would see in several years labor. Perhaps there was credence to this 'Dreadlord' title. Still, he was wearing armor and carrying a sword; that counted for more than most...

Corvus was already going over things in his mind. If they hadn't come out now, they were already fled. If they had already fled, then either they'd find a token force inside, or they'd find nothing. Either way, they had a headstart on the mercenaries, and likely knew the land better. A frown...

It took him a moment to puzzle out what presumptuous even meant, but he was able to figure it out. He hoped. "I may not, no. But you come across as well read, and I suppose that's the same thing where nicknames are concerned." He smiled, unable to ignore the amusement in her eyes.

He shrugs, as if to say it was commonplace enough. "Most of us don't have last names - the population is small. It took me awhile to realize that last names weren't somehow just people talking about married couples." He smiled, and it was hard to tell if it was a joke or truth; perhaps a bit of...

His mind swirled with vision of clashing armies and banners snapping in the desert winds. He'd never actually been in a desert, but he knew they were bone dry and scorching hot. No place for Scalf, unfortunately, and he'd likely need to trim his everything before he set foot there. But rich? He...

"Maybe I'll go there after we head north." He remarks. Taking another, more measured gulp of ale, he considered her words and leaned in. "Tell me of this Amal-Kaleet." He says, eyes narrowing. "Or, Baka... whatever. I assume they're pretty much the same place." He couldn't read, nor write...

“I’ve never heard of any of that.” He admits, perplexed by her in ways he couldn’t truly explain. Were silver eyes common among orcs? Red hair? And why did it seem to turn a deep shade of crimson in the candlelight? He was momentarily concerned he was getting romantic but he belatedly realized...

He was a good head taller than her, and from behind wayward strands of brown and grey hair he regarded her with dark eyes. Behind him came Scalf, his wolf, and it looked to her with the curious intelligence common among the more precocious canines one came across. Though, of course, he was a...

Corvus quirked a brow at the grumbling, then followed the man back to the woman he'd been speaking with. His dark brow rose further still, and then his head tilted. "Dreadlord?" He asks, not having heard the name before. That was the downside of traveling as often as he did - he didn't know the...

"I'd heard that..." He admits, reaching up to remove his leather helmet and set it on the table. Taking up the tankard, he gulped down the, far thirstier than he'd realized. By the time he was done, he could feel liquid and froth on his beard, and ran the back of his forearm over his mouth...

Corvus wasn't drinking. In fact, when Imogen walked in, he and a few others were playing dice in the back. With his cup in hand, he shook the small cubes around the interior, pouring them out onto the stained surface of an old, notched wooden table. Leaning forward, wild hair of brown and grey...

"That sounds.... ill advised." He mutters darkly, wondering just how many people had lost their wealth because they'd decided trusting someone else with their money was better than trusting yourself. Then again, they dealt with a lot more coin than Sheketh had even seen, so he supposed he...

Corvus didn't understand half of what they said, if only because they referenced things he was wholly unfamiliar with. But, by the time they were back outside and in the city - rather than the Ranger's abode - he looked to Ryeine with a confused furrow of his brow. "What's a bank?" He asks...