As he watched the story unfold in front of him he couldn't help but feel entranced, Cassion's words sinking in deep to all those that listened, or so it seemed. It was almost impressive, the way he could hold a room. But what was more impressive to the Mortalborn was the way the story folded together piece by piece, the girl slowly being saved. Nir'wei, at first, seemed to die. But as Ralgar held a small moment in his head, hoping for Death to return the man to the world of living, Cassion continued the tale. The girl was saved, and those that died would come back. Which meant nobody would die.
Once the tale was over, and the Immortals arrived to speak, Ralgar made sure to approach Cassion and offered his hand to shake once more. "Well done" he said with a nod to the Immortal, his handshake firm and his voice as polite as a man with his tone could be. It was perhaps the one interaction with an Immortal he would like to have in his life, but he would take it with pride and happiness. There was a level of respect that Ralgar had for the Immortal akin to friendship, the respect he had for any brave fighter or good leader.
Eventually, once the story was over he went to the forging, not hugging one another as others seemed to be. As much as he had enjoyed some of the people he met this trial, that was not his way, nor did he expect to stay here long. The sooner he could go back to Scaltoth the better. So he represented Scaltoth, as part of the forging. Then, once it was done, the Deathkissed stood aside and waited for his time to go, his body sore from the new scar on his arm and the pain he had endured along the way.
But feeling better for it, knowing now he was closer to Scaltoth than he had ever been before.
~~Haltunga~~ Common~~
