LucianGrey7971
Epitome of Excellency
Stian kept following the dragon and the other girl who had came with the Wooly Howl. He didn't make any attempt to speak as he previously did as he was now very closed off, though one would agree that being met with hostile actions three consecutive times was a very good reason for one such as Stian to be on guard. His hands seemed to linger near the hilt of his daggers out of habit, one he developed as a coping mechanism to feeling paranoid.