Silvertip Mountain but what's inside you?

mercenary. it was a dirty word, a bloodstained word. he picks it up and examines it in his mind as someone finding a ziplock bag of indeterminate powder would. the pay is decent. he says, after a few moments of deliberation. but one day i'm gonna settle down. start a family.
his ears flick at ridgeback's words of encouragement. he does his best to catch his eye in the dark, smiling and nodding, although he knows its probably invisible. thanks, urias turns back around, walks forwards with his shoulder against the wall. mate. the sound of rain had long since been replaced by the staccato of water dripping off of stalactices.
finding tzila was not a matter of if, but when. she was old enough to know better. everything he'd done, after all, he'd done for family.