Fortunately, the rest of the Wolves are amicable. The rest of them are colorful, loud, and unapologetically themselves, for better or for worse, but Bigby is easily the most withdrawn of them all -- which, oddly, fits him perfectly into the rest of the outcasts, all things considered. They are vocal in their agreement to go with him and Byleth, which is hard to not shrink from. It isn't that their friendliness bothers him, but it's still something he's trying to adjust to.
The entire estate still suffers. It might always, as if locked under a perpetual curse, but the hamlet itself is usually safe. Quaint and small, with the ruined castle in the distance, seen just over the horizon. It is overcast, making it easy enough for Constance to function under without falling to her more despondent self.
Before they approach the hamlet, they are indeed stopped by what appears to be a knight.
"Halt," the man calls out, stern and easy to hear even behind his helmet. "What business have you?"
Hesitantly, Bigby straightens himself up a bit more from his usual slouching. "At ease, Reynauld. I was asked to come assist." He holds up the letter he'd received, the raven coat of arms distinct on the wax seal.
"Has he become so desperate?" Reynauld scoffs. "Wait here, abomination."
As he goes to the hamlet's entrance, Hapi mutters under her breath, "And just when I thought we'd have some breathing room free from the Knights of Seiros..."
"I was not certain if he was still posted here. For better or for worse, Reynauld is inclined to protect this place. I cannot fault him for that," Bigby says.
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Fortunately, the rest of the Wolves are amicable. The rest of them are colorful, loud, and unapologetically themselves, for better or for worse, but Bigby is easily the most withdrawn of them all -- which, oddly, fits him perfectly into the rest of the outcasts, all things considered. They are vocal in their agreement to go with him and Byleth, which is hard to not shrink from. It isn't that their friendliness bothers him, but it's still something he's trying to adjust to.
The entire estate still suffers. It might always, as if locked under a perpetual curse, but the hamlet itself is usually safe. Quaint and small, with the ruined castle in the distance, seen just over the horizon. It is overcast, making it easy enough for Constance to function under without falling to her more despondent self.
Before they approach the hamlet, they are indeed stopped by what appears to be a knight.
"Halt," the man calls out, stern and easy to hear even behind his helmet. "What business have you?"
Hesitantly, Bigby straightens himself up a bit more from his usual slouching. "At ease, Reynauld. I was asked to come assist." He holds up the letter he'd received, the raven coat of arms distinct on the wax seal.
"Has he become so desperate?" Reynauld scoffs. "Wait here, abomination."
As he goes to the hamlet's entrance, Hapi mutters under her breath, "And just when I thought we'd have some breathing room free from the Knights of Seiros..."
"I was not certain if he was still posted here. For better or for worse, Reynauld is inclined to protect this place. I cannot fault him for that," Bigby says.