Bearclaw Valley Completely Zoned Out

skoll stopped his machinations; merrick saw them as mechanic. no matter what the dark man did; he had made his own mind upon the sensation he was prepared to project. "what is your plan?" he inquired petulantly, trudging closer to stare balefully toward the guard-captain.
"you left, the other day. why?" merrick did not wish to ask, for he did not want the answer.
not truly, but have it all the same he must. and so he waited, hurt and confusion warring in the open field of his single eye.