Galen's eyebrows rose up as he turned toward Felyn, who stood with a hard look to her thoughtful face while still mostly looking away. The soldier paused for a few seconds as he caught the corner of her eye, an icy feeling greeting him as her very presence forced a pit of fear into his belly.
With some of the fingers in his left hand twitching, he responded, "whatcha mean?"
The aid kept her eyes forward, not even turning toward him in the slightest. "Why aren't you cursing at us? Spitting insults while attacking? Why bring danger upon yourself to save an outnumbered Drow squad though your kind hates us so much? Why are you choosing to be docile?"
"Full of questions, are ya?" Galen asked, crossing his arms. She was probably at the river, one of the girls I saved from the Redding cavalrym
