Duskfire Glacier you black out when you talk too much

What was this?

A touch that roved his forehead, that touched the gnarled parts of him. Scars that were uneven and tattered, all had most certainly been left for them to either heal or kill him.

He still stood, didn't he?

Gently he puffed his chest as if he now offered himself to be seen in full. Who would not want to live where such a grand hunter and fighter like himself lived? A healer would mean that he could continue to do these things — but someone would mend his flesh instead of a sure coin-flip with infections and death.

Dragonspine.

His voice was not so sheepish now, whatever bud of self-conscious thinking had been before now fell away.

Me. Two others.

He did not speak to the fact yet that Raider would surely pop out many more little hunters and fighters. That was a vulnerability and truthfully, not his to share.