Egfor silently watched the man talk. He admired his noble appearance, in constrast to his own rugged wildness. He felt like a crude peasant beside a king.
The way his brows constantly seemed furrowed, as if in deep thought all the time. His hair combed back neatly and the gray at his temples and within his beard gave in to that kingly, regal look. His strong jawline curved into an equally strong neck and shoulders. His beard was kept trimmed neat and tidy, a contrast to Egfor's unruly mess. He was one of the few men who could compare to Egfor in height and stature due to his smithing career.
He paused mid conversation to glance at Egfor with those silvery eyes. Egfor felt his face heat up and look away. He would not go through this again, he refused. He looks back at the man, trying to steel his resolve, though it didn't last long. He felt his shoulders slump, taking the brandy the man handed him.
Damn his kind. Why was he so weak? For once he felt like he was being hunted and not the hunter. It scared him. He was not in control. This strange man was.
He snaps out of his dark thoughts, bringing the brandy to his lips. A joke from one of his friends made him inhale his brandy, a strong clap to the back from that man followed.
He wipes the sticky amber liquid from his beard with his sleeve, licking his lips. He froze, feeling those grey eyes lock onto his lips. Surely, he thought, one night won't hurt... or two... No feelings, no emotions.
