Wapun Meadow With big meaningless eyes and tongues like fly paper

In a matter of months, Ashlar would provide the answer to Merrick himself. But right now, he only looked down. I d...don't know. It was a soft and stumbling delivery. He'd never had to think about if he had the ability to kill before coming here, and if he thought too long on it, it incited a panic like something he'd rarely felt. He hadn't ever before and he never wanted to. He didn't know if he was capable.

He hoped not. Suddenly a little nauseated, Ashlar twisted to look over his shoulder. Nothing. I need to go. He said softly, and without another glance at Aventus, he made himself scarce. He didn't want to go further on that subject and he had no more answers to give.