RAZVANmale // paint // five // blue roan tabiano // fifteen.three // frost

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Razvan had been hoping that his younger companion would be able to give some answers or insight on what might be going through Debonaire’s head but it seemed he was just as lost as himself. He swiveled his ears back before Encantador spoke in which brought them back forwards. Though his golden gaze was calm there was confusion in them. There wasn’t much to hide and so just let it show unlike his leader was trying to do now. The times it was slipped Razvan did not miss but did not comment on and the final question was not something he was surprised on. Surely something would be wrong if Encantador did not ask such?

“Only a fool would not have interest in living in such a paradise when offered” Razvan replied. “I merely told Dedonaire the truth. You were the only to help me in my need and I made a promise to stay loyal for that and I am a man of my word. He believed it was admirable to a point yet it was senseless for me to stay in harsher climates because of my health. Surely he would not be interested in a stranger’s health? Yet how can I say that when you offered me so much and didn’t even know me” A heavy sigh escaped Razvan and he shook his head before casting his gaze to the ground. “I am not sure what to do Encantador. The only thing I’m sure of is that I do not like this debt over my head.”
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