Neverwinter Forest But we see it, the rest of us. And we lie.

It was well deserved! He done did me a laugh.

It'd had been a while since she had such succulent delights as well. The famine had taken very few prisoners. Plenty of lives, though. Belharra slowed her step just long enough to shoot "I call dibs. You can have anything else --" then she realized he might be the type to play with her slip up and quickly reaffirmed: "of the ram. But I'm callin' dibs on that tongue. Deal?" She watched his dark, reptilian gaze a stitch before continuing.

The scent of ram was faded, but it was here. She flicked her tail to indicate to the serpent she had found a rather fresh track in the snow. "Can't be more than a few hours old." Belharra inspected it quickly, and the scent was fresh. "Let's geddim."