Broken Boulder veränderung

The man spoke while Arcas was focused on his gait, and when the young man paused to listen he was surprised by the offer to look at the wound. What do you want in return? Arcas asked with a slight turn of his head, pivoting an ear to listen.

I have met few who would trade away their skills for nothing. Not that Arcas was in any state to say no; he merely wanted to understand the terms of this potential trade, mostly so that the shadow could not hold this over his head in the future.

Even as he stood there Arcas' ankle throbbed and bled. The movement of his steps had jostled the tangle of thorns enough to cause fresh blood to begin seeping across the sandy fur of his hock.