Volare had almost convinced himself that selling his sword and armor were their best chance of survival. Whatever honor and reputation he had upon retiring from the guard would be gone should he ever return to a Snow Elf settlement. Not that he was planning on ever returning to Snow Elf lands, but you never know what the Two Brothers have in mind for their younglings.
He heard Arayna enter the house and couldn't bring himself to look at her as he heard her look upon his gear tossed onto the table ready to be sold. The shame was too much to bear especially to the woman he had bedded and was beginning to feel something for. Even old fools like him can have their pride wounded still. He shook his head slowly sending up prayers for help and guidance.
He had just finished the prayer when he felt Arayna wrap him in a hug and place something cool and heavy into his tightly clenched hand. Opening it his jaw nearly dropped, a perfect sapphire bright as the northern lights and a sign that the Gods hadn't forsaken him and his charge. Tears began falling from his cheeks as he turned kissing the woman deeply on her lips lifting her up from the ground a little and holding her there for a solid minute before he put her down. "The Two Brothers smile upon us lassie, as bright and gay as the summer sun." He quickly gasped and looked out the window. The stores in Sāmhach would be closing soon and he needed to sell this godsend before the brothers decided to take it all back and have a good laugh at them. Grabbing his greatsword he threw it over his shoulder and gave the She-Elf another kiss on the lips. "I'll be back soon, I need to sell this before the shops close and some other misfortune befalls us." With that he shot through the door and ran to the stable grabbing the nearest horse and roared from the barn not even bothering with a saddle.