Artur Hawkwing
First Post
Kip watches his companions silently, the warmth of the stone against his chest still a bit odd, same with the weight. The lone dagger still out is spun about and disappears into its sheath.
Suits me fine. I'm sure there are other things in the forest that would like to get to know him. Have you a name, should we come across a Druid further on our trip? We could always send him back to help.
This last line is directed at the sweating shadowed figure.
Suits me fine. I'm sure there are other things in the forest that would like to get to know him. Have you a name, should we come across a Druid further on our trip? We could always send him back to help.
This last line is directed at the sweating shadowed figure.