09-29-2011, 06:57 AM
“It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance Attila Aston.” He said with a smile. “Yes, Romania is far indeed. But I hardly believe it is far enough…” The Russian replied, turning his gaze up to the appearing stars. “In fact, I’d only feel far enough if I was somewhere up there. Family burdens and such.” The man pointed to the stars, a wistful smile on his face.
Drizzt did not miss the man’s perking ears when he spoke French, but didn’t consider it enough to go on. He decided to bide his time for now and instead shifted to a new topic. “So, Attila… What brings you to this stretch of Nova Scotia? I certainly hope it was not this cursed war…” His eyes alone watched the other man. This man, Attila Aston, did not seem to be much of a social wolf. His replies were short and to the point, just short of being rude actually. But he didn’t mind. The quiet wolves were always to more tolerable in his experience.
Drizzt did not miss the man’s perking ears when he spoke French, but didn’t consider it enough to go on. He decided to bide his time for now and instead shifted to a new topic. “So, Attila… What brings you to this stretch of Nova Scotia? I certainly hope it was not this cursed war…” His eyes alone watched the other man. This man, Attila Aston, did not seem to be much of a social wolf. His replies were short and to the point, just short of being rude actually. But he didn’t mind. The quiet wolves were always to more tolerable in his experience.