"Maybe?"
Eshket quailed when she saw the firbolg's eyes harden at the perceived non-answer. "What I mean... Many die in pass.
"Speak.
I will decide the weight of your words. Fail, and by the Oak Father, I will tell the beasts of the Wild to hunt you as their
Eshket turned her head so she could look up at Crazy-Mountain with both her eyes. Her short brush tail tucked inward, clinging to one leg as she lay bound
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"Hm."
Serril Indaiyu Nov 15th, 2024, 11:53:41 PMCrazy-Mountain dismissed Eshket's explanation, looking back to Sibi.
"Wake the other one."