The Recluse

He shrinks himself by curving his neck, gazing at the floor, and avoiding her gaze. About to apologize again he stopped himself as he realized he had nothing to apologize for. Without a sense of urgency, desire loses its value. I will not apologize for wanting something so badly that I would do anything for it. However, after hearing what you've said, it seems reasonable that I stay put if only to gather my strength in case of another surprise raid. He said confidently and with a strong demeanor considering her argument, though he was surprised he did not wince once, even though talking back to someone is something he did not frequently do. For a long time, he had submitted to the orders and ideals of others, but not any longer, it appears. As a result, he wonders what could have changed him so drastically.

You did mention horses, they would be a blessing. He expressed a desperate attempt to change the solemn atmosphere they both created. So, you're also going to Starkhaven. Is it personal or professional? He looked at her with the interest and curiosity of a child, resting his head on his staff. Much can be learned just by looking at her, but he had learned not to judge others based on their appearance, lest they stab you in the back with a magical dagger. He still shivers up to his head from remembering the sharp pain. You don't need to answer that, he said realizing he may be stepping out of line by asking something personal. If we are to travel together, we should at the very least exchange names. My name is Jareth, he said as he extended his hand to her, expecting a response.