Post by antonios on Oct 28, 2011 9:26:30 GMT
He was still dirty from the incident. Weasels attacking a caravan? Would they be really starving that much? It was over now, and he was only grazed. Even that wouldn't be a problem, thanks to Ainon, the never-talking elf. How did he manage with so few hours of sleep? And that wolf-howl... There were the stories of evil men becoming wolves. But Ainon looked too slow-acting for that. He also believes in the Caregiver. Surely the man is an accomplished hunter... or one of those minstrels who can immitate everything.
He felt some empathy for Volmar. He also looks frail, like himself. Strong he is though, throwing that weasel in the open flame. Kept his ground well too.
At the opportunity I must skin these creatures, he thought, at least the ones that can be sold. The rest, hmm, from the rest I will keep the heads for a day or two. Something tells me they might be useful.
He bit his bread hungrily. The weasel blood in his clothes didn't bother him at all.
He felt some empathy for Volmar. He also looks frail, like himself. Strong he is though, throwing that weasel in the open flame. Kept his ground well too.
At the opportunity I must skin these creatures, he thought, at least the ones that can be sold. The rest, hmm, from the rest I will keep the heads for a day or two. Something tells me they might be useful.
He bit his bread hungrily. The weasel blood in his clothes didn't bother him at all.
