"weeds indeed," he muttered.<br/><br/>This woman put him on edge. Her tone, her air, none of it felt comfortable to him in any way, despite her beauty otherwise. He kept expecting her to rush him with arms outstretched.<br/><br/>"West, eh?" he grunted. "Very well. I will go in peace."<br/><br/>He approached her slowly, letting his hand leave the pommel of his sword, but hover near the handle of his dagger which would be more useful in close quarters if she decided to break the truce. He reached out for the be-haired shell in her pale fingers.<br/><br/>"Don't speak until the hair has dried. I understand."<br/><br/>He kept his gaze locked to hers as he took the shell.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">[ by Faolan]</span>