Hammerhead
Explorer
Fentrith, involving himself with poking holes in the corpse of the shark-thing, doesn't catch the first few bits of conversation. "Huh? Did I miss something? 'Cause I just kind of thought that maybe they weren't really running from guys right on their tales, y'know? Maybe more like refugees. I don't think any more of the creatures will be coming tonight." Fentrith bends down, cleans his sword, and then sheathes it.
Popping open a flask of liquor, he indulges in a long drink, spilling a few small splashes on the ground in sacrifice to Harrimast. "So, friend," he says, staring at Villard, "what do you want to do with your dead friend there."
Popping open a flask of liquor, he indulges in a long drink, spilling a few small splashes on the ground in sacrifice to Harrimast. "So, friend," he says, staring at Villard, "what do you want to do with your dead friend there."