Moonspear long in tooth and soul

dirge smirked, eliciting a brief, almost roguish grin from arcturus. "of course we were successful," he said with a theatrical air of self-importance, puffing out his chest as if he were about to tell his epic on how he, the valiant hero arcturulf, had slain the grendelvine in a harrowing fight to the death.


"it was a wicked thing, and she said it could not live so close to our reach." the thing was blind, and half crazed, but it had put up significant fight. "they are bigger than i thought, you know." and he had been smaller. "revui was there." at this he suddenly turned sourly silent, gaze hardening as he reminded himself his brother had turned traitor, and was not to be remembered fondly.