Storm Watch Butte A Band of Demons Joined in and it Sounded Something Like This

he'd made himself act unaffected as the goliath herded him upwise, but it was - pointedly - before the elder that all of his features lowered, but for the corner of his lip still pushing into a cheek.

he sat.

merrick. he offered, as if this were a more pleasant conversation. forgive my intrusion, sir. smelled a calf and wolves, thought it were hunters i could seek charity from. i sees now...

eyes rowed over the scene.

it ain't quite so simple.

i heard some, what you was discussin'. let me tell you plain, there's but a couple groups in these lands. coyotes way west, but up there-

his paw rose northway.

a kingdom. or a kingdom's outpost, i suppose. not too well versed, but, i do, well, the manged man grinned. have a predisposition to overhearin'.

they call themselves somethin' foreign, and they take in the ill and eager. can attest - last time this malady struck me, i was offered a place.

his smile dropped, and there was a calmer look in his eyes. this man before him was, at some deep level, resembling of the Good Men.

and thus, resembling of himself.

that sound like the right place?