#brightwindsbarony

Morthwyl listens to The younger wilders talk about their ladies...and sips his beer

"Skin like alabaster..."

"The curves and swells of the oceann"

Morthwyl listens to the brothers go on about who had scored the more beautiful woman last night at that club. Even Fort Davis has clubs.

"Hair like spun gold..."

"Mine was like woven night"

It's a competition, he notes, nothing more, but he looks up at them both "Sir Knights, wha you had was a happy pursuit, not love. And you know what the ladies look like, but you don't know them."

Brynn turns, "Oh? Hear now brrother, old mann Morthwyl is going to teach us something"

Nevermind the 'old man' is still a Wilder, though Autumn hovers

"I'm curious as well," his brother says "Pray tell, how would we know it's love?"

Morthwyl drinks the last of his beer, "You will know, or strive to know what makes her smile, you will seek to remove from this world all things that bring her tears, and... it will hurt worse than any other pain you've known if she leaves you."

Brynn and Brynndan exchange looks with each other, poleaxed for a bit

"Well," Brynn finally says "You've killed the fun of it."

"Aye," Brynndan says "Not to sound like a Fiona, but have you thought of just getting laid?"