Bearclaw Valley maybe they’re right

it was a perfect post!

merrick had refused to leave aventus until hunger and thirst drove him off. after that he slept the tight fitful slumber of the very damned.
haggard, bedraggled, more compromised from the stacked physical conflicts than he had thus been, merrick licked his cracking lips and limped off to meet evien's call. "i don't —" he drew in the ragged inhale of a breath he could hardly bear. "i don't know what will happen if he dies."