Wapun Meadow amaritudo

Take it easy, big fella, he urged with a chin drawing upward. 

Germanicus - what a name. This man was cut from a different stone. He was stormy in spirit. The seafarer could not help but feed the intrigue that pushed him closer. How did a man like this become made? As fierce as the wolves of the sea were, Swordfish had never seen someone with such a harsh cut to his jaw, a predicting glint in the yellow of his eyes. 

Shardik’s my name. Shardik, Shardik… run! 

Pretty late now. If yer inclined, I’ll stay with ya til morning. Can take ya to the healers. Need ‘em to give me a touch up anyway. The boy could hunt for this poor soul and offer a temporary strength for the rest of his journey. He wouldn’t push, if declined.