Bearclaw Valley ei ei, what this nicht is long

his brow furrowed, though in puzzlement, not anger. no, he responded quickly, but his question fell away as ashlar continued. avicus? he thought. the boy really was nervous. stutter as he sometimes might over words, he at least had the confidence to try.

ashlar, meanwhile, held no accent, and seemed to be comfortable with the words. but the execution. . .

tell me about the bear god, surya prompted. merrick once mentioned. . . it? him? her? he wasn't altogether sure. do you. . .worship?

maybe he could give it a try. he had never felt so strong a connection to his own family religion, after all. and if worship of the bear god helped him fit in better here, all the better.