Sketch laughed genuinely, and then caught himself, ”Please forgive me Ms. Ezra, I mean no disrespect. I’ve never been one to consider the prospect of courtship, I’ve heard the tales of how almost all romances end, and I prefer to keep myself unattached to anyone who would keep me from my travels. “Wooing” as you put it is nothing I would dream to attempt on a friend such as yourself. My only goal is to be the gentleman I know myself to be, and if I see a young woman alone, it is my duty as an older man to provide company and wisdom if I can.”

Sketch grew a little whistful, feeling nastalgic over the idea of traveling with someone. Had he traveled with a friend before? A lover perhaps? He almost felt purchase on the thought. No, it was gone, he’d lost the memory. He had almost found a piece of his past, and he cursed himself for lacking it.

The pair walked up the path towards the castle, seeing a few of the other people. He witnessed the crow-person and briarkin embrace, and he couldn’t help but smile seeing new friends grow. Sketch was unsure about Nevin at this point, apparently his friend had left out quite a bit of his travels, and he was unsure if the young man he knew had left out the information due to his own desire of privacy, or because he was unsure of the Storyteller.

He didn’t want to unnerve his friends because of his dark powers, he’d been fortunate enough to not be labeled as an outcast back in Stonevale. He’d already had a few uneasy instances involving the superstitions of several small villages already, including gale, the first town he’d come across.

He collected himself, shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts, and stood up straighter as to provide a better example for Ezra, he gave her a gentle reaffirming smile to the young lady and walked along, keeping his pace short, so it was comfortable for the young lady.