Moonspear Ikkik

Antha approached, taking his offer.

The woman brought up that their previous conversation had been left unfinished. Issorartuyok frowned thoughtfully, thinking back on what they had been speaking of before they had been attacked. It was difficult to recall when the heat of their fight filled his mind.

Ah, you had something you wished to tell me, he said with a small nod. She had been cut off by their attacker. The northerner looked to her intently. If she had tried to tell him something before and wished to return to that subject so soon after, it must have been of importance to her. Issorartuyok would give Antha his undivided attention.