Sunspire Mountains the things that you've got coming will consume you

the situation was out of hand already. renard had no interest in laying into the kid, spelling out the problems one by one; he didn’t seem the receptive type, and they had better things to do than waste the effort. particularly with the way he met derg’s offer, spitting, coiling back into the water. they had no doubt he’d bite, either.

what a group donovan had made. if he wanted to die from infection, they wouldn’t shed any tears. the saints might lose a blade, but what good was a blade if it didn’t go where you directed it?

“your funeral.” they were no healer, even if he was to let anyone touch him. their head swiveled a fraction to watch derg trot towards the hills: the rider bringing the message of war. all he needed was the banner. ”donovan will be eager to speak with them.” whether this would be the final spark to light the ocean of grass they had laid for each other remained to be seen.