Plays with his hair.
Tryndamere hardly take off his helmet but this was quite the hot day, even for the Freljord, he was really not use to be this far south but his travels lead him to this plains, his raven hair was floating thanks to a small breeze as he rest against a tree when he felt someone handling his hair.
He turn around surprized, mostly becouse he couldn´t belive he let his guard down enough for someone to sneak close to him, he face the taned woman and cross gaze whit her “and you are? is comon on your land to greet people like this?” his raspy voice break the calm of the medow.
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