Unsung
First Post
"Excellent!" Halo rasps. He steps back a few feet, giving Eurid room. The hood doesn't lift, but instead seems to follow the soft shadows cast through the haze-filtered daylight.
Nukri shakes his head and turns away. "All heart you are, Dustie, all heart," he mutters. "Leave you to it, then. Your life and his, after all. Come on, lads, the dead won't keep 'less we find 'em first!" He trundles off. One of the other collectors lifts the cart and follows him, as do a few others. A few remain behind, Halo and Surok among them.
Surok looks miserable, but straightens his shoulders in a bid at dignity. A big man, for a half-starved collector, his jaundiced-looking orange skin, small tusks and violet eyes suggest mixed elf and hobgoblin ancestry. "Right. How we doin' this, then?" he asks gruffly.
Another collector, his face a mass of bruises, reaches down and picks up a chunk of mortar. "Hells, I been lookin' for an excuse to peg you one an eckinal's age, Surok! Allow me, eh, Duster?"
Nukri shakes his head and turns away. "All heart you are, Dustie, all heart," he mutters. "Leave you to it, then. Your life and his, after all. Come on, lads, the dead won't keep 'less we find 'em first!" He trundles off. One of the other collectors lifts the cart and follows him, as do a few others. A few remain behind, Halo and Surok among them.
Surok looks miserable, but straightens his shoulders in a bid at dignity. A big man, for a half-starved collector, his jaundiced-looking orange skin, small tusks and violet eyes suggest mixed elf and hobgoblin ancestry. "Right. How we doin' this, then?" he asks gruffly.
Another collector, his face a mass of bruises, reaches down and picks up a chunk of mortar. "Hells, I been lookin' for an excuse to peg you one an eckinal's age, Surok! Allow me, eh, Duster?"