Broken Boulder veränderung

Without hesitation the man accepted. Arcas was again surprised but also glad, as he was eager to be rid of the thorn-clad snare. The payment would be a combination of food and time, of which only the food would hold true value in the colder months. The younger man nodded; it was the only sign of acquiescence.

Then he turned and made a gradual advance to the stone and the patch of shadow which had been his resting point. As Arcas settled on to his belly, propping his tangled hock away from the rest of him as much as he was able, his face took on a wearied sunken quality.

He waited for the man to inspect the wound. Meanwhile, while carefully studying the other man, Arcas murmured a question. You say you are a healer. What made you choose such a vocation? By his own estimation the grizzled man was getting on in years; he ought to have had several wives by now to perform such services.