Deus Machina
First Post
Leau scoots himself between Shadowknave and Khefren, not particularly playing the 'good cop' but using his hindbody as a moderate obstacle. "And who pays you to do that, then?" Lifting an eyebrow, he leans to his pack to toss his waterskin and one of his rations, wrapped in waxed paper, in the half-elf's lap. "You'll forgive me if I don't move yet. I may still have a bit of a headache."