Srucayr would sigh as she spoke, first his visage softening at the squeeze on the arm and soon he found her head on his shoulder. The arm that she had been holding would move to go around her shoulders. "We find ourselves in war. Pray to Kad to preserve you, but upon yourself to the spirits of our forebearers. My armor was handed down through generations as was my warpick. With every battle, I know I am not alone. Each wound set aside by armor or each powerful swing of the pick and I know my forefathers lend me their strength, their power. Wreathe yourself in the glory of our ancestors, in the glory of Kad and you will not come to harm. And to ensure it, little one, when we do make war, you will stay at my side. If there is a price to pay in this life, I will pay it for those around me until I have no blood left to pay with."
@Forsythe Crowholde
@Forsythe Crowholde