Frogspawn Swamp Olde Stories Of Olde Times

Chaska shook his head. "You don't need to be sorry...that I brought on myself." It had been after he returned to Silvertip, after...He didn't want to think about it. 

"Well...I thought about everyone depending on me. I may not have been..been a great hunter...but who would tell stories without me?" he asked, giving a weak smile through the pain. He coughed again, his back and aching muscles made him feel like he was dying.