Thunder Dome Thunder Bringer

Mmm, Hex remarked quietly, nodding along with the other's reply. I followed a crow. I thought it held a sign in its beak. I lost track of it and now. . .here I am.

The Seer gave the large grayscale man a once-over before glancing upward, as if seeking the bird once more. It was gone, though.

But they were here.

Hex raked his golden gaze over the gray behemoth, mouth quirked to one side in deep thought. I lost my maman when I was young, he replied, echoing the language Chaudry had used. What is yours like?