Watching her gently, he listened with serene patience to her words. Her worries, concerns, and self-pities washing against him. Breaking like the tide against the unmoving bluff. Standing tall and majestic in it's silent vigil above the roiling and writhing waves.<br/><br/>At her final question, the cool serenity melted away, as he laughed. A deep and hearty echo of mirth. His every sound carrying an almost musical finesse to it, let alone when he spoke.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">"You do not know? So you ask the frightening creature you just met mere moments ago for guidance? The same strange man you nearly molested in your own curiousity?"<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">His laughter echoing and carrying throughout the gardens.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">"Very well. If you submit yourself to my guidance, then I have no choice but to take you in. You shall sing for me tonight, and show me the voice that has been caged. If the songbird is mute, then she will have to find another way to earn her way through this new world and life offered to her. But in either case, you will no longer go hungry. Nor will you have to fear for a roof over your head as long as I rule."<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Reaching out, he held her cheek in his immense palm. Guiding her to raise her eyes from the soil. To gaze into the piercing eyes of one who would not only become her world, but held the fire and drive to defy the gods themselves. The light a burning resolve to inspire the faintest of heart to slay Giants, or demand the greatest of demons to cower before it's gaze.</span>