Duskfire Glacier you black out when you talk too much

Something somewhere must have smiled upon Dagur that day, to make it seem this easy.

Carefully he stepped forward with hopes of closing the distance between them. He wanted to see this one up close. Maybe to admire, maybe to appraise.

I know place.

His gaze became something akin to jewels instead of the depths of murky waters. Something to shine instead of sink.

You hunt?

He did not know the order of important skills to Raider and Riley, but surely this had to be high on the chart. More mouths to feed would need more teeth to hunt.