broad edged and sharp

Liam

I've seen faces I may never see again
I've been places I never could have dreamt

The dragonlings and their bonded noticed Deimos and his companion at about the same time. Prim, ever the extrovert, flapped her little wings excitedly, though she resisted the urge to trill a hello. On Liam's other shoulder, Vale observed, steadfast and quiet, though curiosity sparked in his dark eyes. The soldier was unsurprised to find Deimos out here. After all, Liam had heard the very same rumors of an ursur in these parts and had come to help find it. Having faced one before, he'd set out alone - but he was glad of Deimos's presence all the same. It would be much safer to hunt one together than alone.

So waving a hand, Liam waited until he was closer to speak, so that his voice wouldn't carry and give away their location. "Deimos," he said by way of greeting. "I heard there was an ursur out this way. I'd like to help, if I can." At just that moment, a not-so-distant roar sounded over the bay. Liam looked up warily, his hand going to the sword at his waist. Prim hissed at the sound, weaving her little head back and forth, but Liam quieted her with a quick scratch beneath her chin. "What can I do?" he asked then, perfectly happy to defer to Deimos's leadership.

I've touched hands with those who've touched me
Seen the marks, the skeleton keys