Lion Head Mesa asilifelis

before long, your blood will be made of that stuff. and then you'll feel sorry.
izaiah could not help but allow his eyes to rove over the imposing figure she carried. she was obviously in good shape for a woman of her stature — he could not understand why one would seek to destroy it. the trained part of him tells him to yap about safe consumption of fermented substances (which, in his eyes, was only when partaking in communion), but he soon quiets as he realizes just how quickly this woman could silence him.
he settles rather uncomfortably beside her. izaiah, he offers his own name, allowing it to spill from his tongue almost proudly. allow me to guess. you're a soldier?