Rae ArdGaoth
Explorer
Quarion Holimion, Elven Druid
To Katherine, Quarion shakes his head. "No, I do not need food, nor should the rest of the group, especially if we are to be traveling in the wilderness. Not only have I lived on my own for 50 years, I have... other means of obtaining food." With that, he pokes his head out the wagon and makes a shrill whistle with his fingers. The sound is oddly familiar and somehow chilling. Soon, a distant response can be heard: the howl of a wolf. The resemblance between the whistle and the howl is uncanny. "Garma will feed us. Or, if you do not like raw meat, you can bring trail rations." He grins slyly.
To Katherine, Quarion shakes his head. "No, I do not need food, nor should the rest of the group, especially if we are to be traveling in the wilderness. Not only have I lived on my own for 50 years, I have... other means of obtaining food." With that, he pokes his head out the wagon and makes a shrill whistle with his fingers. The sound is oddly familiar and somehow chilling. Soon, a distant response can be heard: the howl of a wolf. The resemblance between the whistle and the howl is uncanny. "Garma will feed us. Or, if you do not like raw meat, you can bring trail rations." He grins slyly.