Darkeye
Nine strikes
Darkeye walked through the streets of Halo. He wandered aimlessly and tried to organize something to eat. He liked the cold, it reminded him of his home in the mountains. The tunnels he dug as a young dwarf. The keeping watch. But also the family and friends he had lost in his captivity. He knew that they were now in a better place.
He got himself a delicious stew and some dark beer and actually ate outside next to a fire. He still hadn't talked to the gods or hunted a panther. Too much had happened in a short time. People who were important to him had died. The task that Darkeye imposed on himself had priority. He ate comfortably and enjoyed the fire crackling.
He got himself a delicious stew and some dark beer and actually ate outside next to a fire. He still hadn't talked to the gods or hunted a panther. Too much had happened in a short time. People who were important to him had died. The task that Darkeye imposed on himself had priority. He ate comfortably and enjoyed the fire crackling.
each for one sin
