Hoshor Plains no escape

It’s comforting to know they hadn’t happened upon some sort of murder in progress. Only a stranger directing indecipherable curses at the dirt beneath their feet. Wasn’t much better company, but much preferable over a bloodthirsty criminal.

Horrible? No, it was music to my ears he jests. 

Then he leaps again, getting a better — though brief — look at the stranger. Upon landing, a wave of embarrassment washed over him as he realized how ridiculous he probably looked. 

Er.. let me… Garahel nosed through the dry grass until eventually reaching the inkling. They smiled awkwardly. There. Now I can see you better.