if you throw me to the wolves
"To endure." The chieftess repeats, her eyes narrowed slightly. Though there is a ... flickering there. Her gaze lowers again to the creature, such a strange marvel of Rae's endless creativity and penchant to let the mechanisms of nature do as they pleased.
Glancing towards the staff, Delah tilts her head, moss-eyes scrutinizing the details that she can see. "Why not fix it yourself? You ask our gods to repair your weapons, search our woods for the supplies you need..What exactly are you planning on giving back to this world, that you are so happy to reap from?"
Glancing towards the staff, Delah tilts her head, moss-eyes scrutinizing the details that she can see. "Why not fix it yourself? You ask our gods to repair your weapons, search our woods for the supplies you need..What exactly are you planning on giving back to this world, that you are so happy to reap from?"
i'll come back leading the pack
