The crab had been somewhat disappointing, in the end. The meat was gamier than ocean crab flesh, and decidedly tougher. It had still been quite tolerable raw and fresh from the shell, and it had given Hadama a few ideas for how to improve the flavor...
Though when he would have time for such things again he could not say.
Their whirlwind day of quest tasks for Safrin continued to be oppressively hot with a chance of burning, though that chance now included not simply peeling skin but actually catching fire. Hadama brought them to the Climb next, and a stretch of Crust where smoke and ash belched up from several nearby lava flows in semi-regular bursts. Caught by the wind, they blew haphazardly across the landscape and he studied the shifting visibility with satisfaction even as he tied a water-soaked cloth around his mouth and nose.
"I will attempt to hide myself within the smoke. Give me a count of thirty and then begin your hunt," he explained, emerald eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief in spite of all that had occurred to weigh him down recently. This, at least, was almost like a game.
If one could ignore the fiery pits of instant death all around them, awaiting one slipped step to plunge a victim to a painful demise.
Hadama waited for the wind to twist and then slipped into the obscuring fog of smoke and ash on silent feet. He pulled a dark scarf up over his steel-colored hair as he did so, hiding his most distinctive coloration as he momentarily disappeared from view.
Though when he would have time for such things again he could not say.
Their whirlwind day of quest tasks for Safrin continued to be oppressively hot with a chance of burning, though that chance now included not simply peeling skin but actually catching fire. Hadama brought them to the Climb next, and a stretch of Crust where smoke and ash belched up from several nearby lava flows in semi-regular bursts. Caught by the wind, they blew haphazardly across the landscape and he studied the shifting visibility with satisfaction even as he tied a water-soaked cloth around his mouth and nose.
"I will attempt to hide myself within the smoke. Give me a count of thirty and then begin your hunt," he explained, emerald eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief in spite of all that had occurred to weigh him down recently. This, at least, was almost like a game.
If one could ignore the fiery pits of instant death all around them, awaiting one slipped step to plunge a victim to a painful demise.
Hadama waited for the wind to twist and then slipped into the obscuring fog of smoke and ash on silent feet. He pulled a dark scarf up over his steel-colored hair as he did so, hiding his most distinctive coloration as he momentarily disappeared from view.
