Dawnlark Plains i watched a change in you

He made a face at Mulherin's (admittedly clever) quip. You're goddamn hilarious. Mental note to self: whenever you're in the mood to shoot the shit with anyone, make a beeline to Mulherin. As one of the few members of the Rise that freely spoke, it was unfortunately (or fortunately, if you were Gavrel) the mantle that the Berserkr had inadvertently assumed.

I'm alright at fishing. Though they stink up the cache like nothin' else.

If Gavrel were a human, he would definitely be making pilgrimages to the Bass Pro Shops Pyramid.

Healing! His exclamation came out louder than he meant it to; he quickly modulated his voice with a wince, down to a sharp near-whisper.

Who'd want a guy with a scar like this to be healing 'em? As far as he was concerned, it would be anti-advertisement. Forget it, I'll stop yapping and let you get to your hares.

For his part, he hunkered down in the grass, his narrowed eye scanning his surroundings for the usual telltale signs of prey.