Grinning and feeling glad of the company as well as the reassurance of a fellow warrior, Fox nods. "Not surprised," he whispers, "something like this is unusual, this far out. They could probably see it from the ships." Continuing to prowl through the darkness with his ears honed for any sound of the creature, he's at least in a pretty good position to answer Noah's queries.
"They're stupid, and they'll batter anything they see. So as soon as it notices us, we'll know at least." Small miracles, right? "And the sun causes them to collapse into dust, hence the night hunt." Dumb or not, he's never known stone golems to willingly wander out into the light.
"They're stupid, and they'll batter anything they see. So as soon as it notices us, we'll know at least." Small miracles, right? "And the sun causes them to collapse into dust, hence the night hunt." Dumb or not, he's never known stone golems to willingly wander out into the light.
when the lights fade out, all the sinners crawl
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
