He had come to visit Noah and heard about the beast that had been stopped outside of the Citadel. It was a tale that was uncomfortably familiar after the Void Horror that had menaced Torchline's shores, and Hadama could not simply walk away from the aftermath. As Safrin's demigod as much as because of his own intrinsic nature he had followed the handful of other volunteers that were making the trek out into the Tundra to join the man organizing the clean-up party.
An increasingly familiar face, as it turned out, and Hadama's emerald eyes brightened from their somber mien as he nodded to the Wild Thunder in greeting. "We had a similar issue recently," he rumbled, reaching for a shovel and beginning to work on collecting the frozen purple blood-slushie into a single, contained pile. "In Torchline."
As others began to work on the hole he tilted his head curiously, continuing to collect the frozen blood and careful not to miss even a drop of purple. "Mmh. What is the hole for?"
Hadama arrives and starts shoveling frozen blood!
An increasingly familiar face, as it turned out, and Hadama's emerald eyes brightened from their somber mien as he nodded to the Wild Thunder in greeting. "We had a similar issue recently," he rumbled, reaching for a shovel and beginning to work on collecting the frozen purple blood-slushie into a single, contained pile. "In Torchline."
As others began to work on the hole he tilted his head curiously, continuing to collect the frozen blood and careful not to miss even a drop of purple. "Mmh. What is the hole for?"
Hadama arrives and starts shoveling frozen blood!
