ZeAfroGentleman
Hero
During his travels to Storm's Landing the Huntsman slowly stopped to glance at the box, his scarred eyebrow perked just slightly as he slowly approached it. With his arms recently healed he hummed for a moment, reading the inscription, before he opens his notebook and tears a page out after writing down his wish for the days to come, given that the festive holidays were nearing.
"I wish for nothing more than to be given a friend. Someone who I truly can rely on. Someone that will stand by me during these colder times and days. Someone who will envelop me in the warmth of kinship and love. And if not that, then at the very least a student. Someone who I can teach the ways of the Hunt. Someone who I can imprint my knowledge in terms of my faith on. And may whoever reads this, and whoever made this box, may you too have someone to keep you warm in these colder times." -Rook Corvus.
"I wish for nothing more than to be given a friend. Someone who I truly can rely on. Someone that will stand by me during these colder times and days. Someone who will envelop me in the warmth of kinship and love. And if not that, then at the very least a student. Someone who I can teach the ways of the Hunt. Someone who I can imprint my knowledge in terms of my faith on. And may whoever reads this, and whoever made this box, may you too have someone to keep you warm in these colder times." -Rook Corvus.