Veigue froze at the sound of a voice—the source of which he had managed not to notice. At least not before he had spoken. Now he stood ready, a hand already hear his blade, just in case.
“… I am a wanderer.” He admitted that much, though as to being a threat… that depended on the other man. “But only a threat if you make me one.”
Upon seeing the man prepared to arm himself, Fenris reached for the blade slung across his back.
“Hmph. I’ve no need of mindless conflict. Stay your hand and I shall do the same.”
(Source: smoulderandcold)
