The Sunspire a man of words and not of deeds

She seemed bound and determined to continue the hunt. Maybe she was young. Certainly inexperienced at best. Phox shook his head at her insistence. Maybe if I had a few less years and another leg, he said with a shrug. His lungs hurt already, as did his bad front leg, and he really couldn’t keep going like this. He really must be getting old.

Don’t worry, I won’t come and steal it from you or anything like that, he assured her. He wouldn’t be able to if he tried.