Ouroboros Spine I've met the myth hanging heavy over you

The voice smacked him in the back of the head. Brick-like, you could say. The pain started in his ears as soon as the first sound uttered from Adrastus and drove deep in to him, down his neck, coiling in his shoulders. Raimo slunk a step and let the feeling sink deep through him.

Raimo glanced to the burly shape of Adrastus where he bent to drink, tonguing at his fangs behind his lips for a second as he considered what to do. The moment flew by.

As did you. He said, referencing the man's recent trip to the wilderness and back again. Raimo had heard his rival had gone off somewhere but not why, nor had he seen the gift that had returned with him yet.