Iktome Plains wuskripa

a curse, heavy on her tongue.

briefly it soured his own heart, but this was an opportunity. if he wished to practice his faith here it must be done through action as much as word. how had he been so blind to such a fact?

barbarians did not speak well, but they acted plenty. this method of faith he would practice upon her.

so you ask for a hunter instead, he sought to correct softly. in good faith, i will offer myself to your cause of hunger. will you lead us in a hunt?

golden gaze returned to her, softer but tired all the same.