Iver made it back into town, right around Silverdawn's shop, now just noticing the fact that the shop sold flutes. "Well, I'm impressed. The way you navigated through that forest blind was pretty great, considering your conditions," he remarked.
"But, I have to apologize for blindly jumping to your aid and treating you like you were incapable of handling yourself. Sorry, it's just... my social skills aren't really up to par." The wind brushed the grass as Iver started walking away. "Well, see ya, Silverdawn..."
((It's ok if you weren't online for a long time. This is the best roleplay I've had in a while, and I'm glad you decided to help me out with this. Please, don't be too caught up over this.))