Torgar asked a thoughtful question, but his grin turned to wicked mischief a moment later. Solulfur eyed him with mostly feigned caution out of the corner of her eye as he continues. A chuffing laugh rumbled from the she-wolf's chest, then, even as Tiberii's familiar looking shadow took shape on the horizon.
Ég geri ráð fyrir að það sé bara það sem njósnari myndi segja, en styrkur okkar anda er það sem fær okkar stað á fjallinu. Það eru vel yfir tugi úlfa í okkar röðum og það skemmir ekki að hafa heldur.
Tiberii's greeting seemed clipped - or, Solulfur was simply too used to the woman's usual warmth, stripped of her of late thanks to their losses.
This is Torgar. Torgar, this is our First Class of Power, Tiberii - a fine choice for a spar, once you're settled. Torgar sought our borders, and I feel he would make a fine and well-rounded recruit.Despite his age, but Solulfur would not insult him by making mention of his obvious youth. '"His Common is not so good, but we ought to be able to make do.""

