Bearclaw Valley let me pay the price for you instead

revui turned stare upon merrick, and the boy felt the weight of it. here was perhaps someone who could not be easily controlled; would the ashen giant follow where the madman led? a calculating moment as he weighed the need for blood against revui's clearer desire for it, and then he nodded.
the cat would belong to the stonemaw; merrick chuckled a skittering laugh and coursed 'round to watch. only a paw or tail he wished, for some patriarchal working in the murderous boy suggested he must return to the den with it. single eye glowed; he watched with rapt attention, awaiting the moment that the warrior might strike for death.