11-27-2009, 04:03 AM
[html]ooc: sorry for the delay!
Strel cocked his head to the side, eying the encroaching female with a searching look. There was nothing threatening about her, nor did she seem worthy of distrust. If her story was true, then there would be no problems with helping her find her sibling. Whoever he was. The truth was that he did not know who had siblings outside of the packs, and chances were whoever her brother was, he would not know after his absence. Maybe he could lead her to Jacquez or someone who would know?
He smiled pleasantly, though his usual eagerly happy grin was absent and had been replaced by a more cool version. A stranger was a stranger, but this was an unknown on home lands. Had to be careful no mater what. Had his day stared out significantly better, there would be warmer greetings and more robust body language. Life was tricky like that. Nodding at her name, he gave her his, "I'm Strelein." Feeling not inclined to give the rest of his name or nickname, the redhead quickly grabbed up his lute and strapped it onto his back. The belt that secured it was tight against his jacket. "Pleasure to meet you. Would you mind me helpin' out?" he asked, plainly about to follow anyway. "So you're going to pay your brother a social visit? Who is he, anyway?"
Strel cocked his head to the side, eying the encroaching female with a searching look. There was nothing threatening about her, nor did she seem worthy of distrust. If her story was true, then there would be no problems with helping her find her sibling. Whoever he was. The truth was that he did not know who had siblings outside of the packs, and chances were whoever her brother was, he would not know after his absence. Maybe he could lead her to Jacquez or someone who would know?
He smiled pleasantly, though his usual eagerly happy grin was absent and had been replaced by a more cool version. A stranger was a stranger, but this was an unknown on home lands. Had to be careful no mater what. Had his day stared out significantly better, there would be warmer greetings and more robust body language. Life was tricky like that. Nodding at her name, he gave her his, "I'm Strelein." Feeling not inclined to give the rest of his name or nickname, the redhead quickly grabbed up his lute and strapped it onto his back. The belt that secured it was tight against his jacket. "Pleasure to meet you. Would you mind me helpin' out?" he asked, plainly about to follow anyway. "So you're going to pay your brother a social visit? Who is he, anyway?"