Whitefish River And if the night is burning,

Indeed, there was only one who matched such a description. An unfriendly looking fellow, but Hiero knew better than to judge someone based on appearances. Especially with his rank within Kaistleoki. Such a thing would ruin their reputation, and plus, the guy had to be friendlier than he looked if he was so kind as to help someone in need. I'll have to thank him personally one day. One day soon, hopefully.

Through and through! he jokingly returned, leaning in hard on her faux-insults to show he was nothing but a good sport when it came to his own downfalls. There was nothing he could do about them any way other than try to work around it - which had to be one of the many ways he managed to survive this long. Well, what's around? Something big we can take? He'd like to take something down big enough so that more than just them two could eat.

Preferably not too big and dangerous.. but he would keep that to himself. The last thing he needed was to be out for a few more weeks due to injury. He had to take better care of himself.