[PQ+] Nails on my skin like the teeth of a shark

"You are welcome," Hadama murmured to Zavien, quietly pleased that his offer had been accepted and that the Breaker would have a means of defending himself against even the incorporeal threats that haunted the Barrows.

Listening to the directions of the leader of their little expedition, the Tidebreaker stayed back with Aurelia and let the others go ahead. He was content to bring up the rear of the hunting party and watch their tail, emerald eyes alert and bright. He regularly checked behind them as they walked, or else glanced to either side as he sought to pierce the evening shadows in search of whatever threats might be lurking in their depths. His magic was held loosely in his chest, a comforting companion against the dangers of the burial mounds, though he knew better than to try and maintain it at his fingertips. Doing so would exhaust him long before he had the opportunity to use it and might cause more distraction than protection at a crucial moment.

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Hadama takes the rear and keeps his eyes peeled.