[Q1] The Chains that Bind Us

Kershaw felt the bite of an insect and thought nothing of it, was more mildly concern with the rapid on set swelling, but that to was left behind in favor of pushing forward. Maybe is he had given things a modicum of thought he would be more alarmed at the glowing vallaslin of his elven companion. There wasn't and there hadn't. For the spark of anger that at their imprisonment. Moreso the thought of a higher hand have sway and in turn subjugating him died. He quietly and quickly fell in step with the elf. A looming shadow.  Arvaarad

The title spoken with a bit of wonderment. Because he could speak it at all. Because it was the elf before him that held the distinction. He had no other word to use to properly convey how he was feeling. Arvaarad. Testing the weight of it. Wanting his attention, his voice low enough  that only he could hear.  He was all that needed to hear. How may I be of use?

Because that is what he wanted most of all. He was a instrument of war. A well honed, well tempered blade. His Former master would suffer no fools of the arcane and the crows valued him for his strength amoung his many talents. That meant nothing without purpose behind it. It was why him, a saaberas needed an Arvaarad.

The elf was the only one who deserved that honor. Even if he did not know his native tongue.

Ooc: Kershaw ignores the bug bite in favor of pressing on only to be way laid by the fact that Faleyn is obviously  his  Arvaarad.  Fully just seeing nothing but the glowing vallasin as a sign of this. Asks how he may be of use to faylen.