Broken Boulder Who carries a mighty sword,

he followed the trudge of her foot, greyscale snout dipping in a nod. cat, indeed. had it been killed down here? germanicus allowed himself a spark of intrigue, the mind's suggestion that a beast had been driven down into this lair, and slaughtered by the wolves who had once called this heathen place their home.

he suddenly longed for whitebark, for the open air, for something beyond the clasp of earthy air to all his senses, crowding close and clammy. "you find it fitting for yourself?" the soldier grunted, wondering if the rogue saw more in the place than he. interesting, to be sure, but not a locale he would choose to revisit.