Kintla Flatlands Starlink

"Your name did not make any sense - I will call you Skeletor for short. You look like one," Dwin gave up the effort to decipher, what the long string of letters that the deer-dog/skelton had muttered meant. When she added that there was no place for her to call home, for a moment there the young Blackthorn wanted to offer her to join her party. Strange as this thing look, in the end it had proven to be less scary than in the beginning. But then - this would mean having to feed this beast too and - frankly speaking - she was not doing that well herself. Having to take responsibility for someone - nope. Dwin did not want this. 

"You should find that Buttrodinhazpak of yours and stay with them. You will die out here," she told. Dwin felt cold even looking at the tall, bony frame of Skeletor. "You know there are worse monsters than me roaming out here," she added.