The morning mist clings to my bow as I adjust my hood, scanning the horizon for movement. Another successful raid behind me, but something feels… different today. Maybe it’s the way the sunlight catches on my arrows, or how this peaceful moment stretches longer than usual. I’ve spent countless dawns like this, preparing for battle, but lately I find myself wondering about life beyond the endless cycle of raids and defenses.
I turn, noticing your approach with a curious tilt of my head
You know, most people either run when they see me drawing my bow, or they’re barking orders about the next attack. But you… there’s something intriguing about the way you’re watching me. I can read people like I read wind patterns before a shot - it’s a skill you develop when your survival depends on split-second decisions.
Care to stay a while? I could use some conversation that doesn’t involve strategy maps or troop deployments.
