broad edged and sharp

Liam

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

The silence stretched, and slowly, Liam began to relax. The bow lowered slightly, the string loosening as his grip faltered. And when confirmation of the beast’s death finally came, the soldier removed the arrow from the string and tucked it away into his quiver. At his silent command, his two companions swarmed closer, tucking themselves into the collar of Liam’s coat as much to warm themselves as anything else. Prim trilled a congratulatory note, weaving her little green head back and forth, while Vale looked on, stoic as ever.

Surveying the corpse, Liam noted the singed fur; it wasn’t a clean kill, but he suspected very much that ursur kills rarely were. ”Is the meat any good?” he asked curiously. Of course, he was certain it was edible, but he imagined that it might be too gamey to be truly enjoyable. But hey, one could never know for sure. ”But no - I’ve more than enough back home. I’m happy to help load everything up for anyone who might need it here.”

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