Broken Antler Fen Would you rather be a king in hell, or a stooge in heaven?

He stopped when a figure appeared. It was their voice that drew his eye, and after glancing their way Reyes paused a moment but did not answer.

He swung his head back towards the ground, gathering a few more sticks and things and casting them aside; it was then that he murmured, no, with all the surliness of an old sea captain after a bad night.

A few minutes after that, as he was moving through the underbrush, he tripped on something and exclaimed, Fuck! and then sighed again a deep, crushed-soul sound.

A broken antler with gnaw marks came flying from the bushes after that.