yet my blood renders me a King
The jibe nickname was familiar and for some reason, it set Sah at ease to a degree. "Ah. I'm making a pickup too." For Safrin that was, but he had a feeling that saying that might hurt the courier's pride. The man had seemed proud of his quest and Sah didn't want to rain on his parade by saying he had one too. Fuck, he must be tired if he was being so courteous.
"Just tired." Between taking care of his twins and racing around to fulfill this quest in his free time, the Abandoned was stressed. More mentally tired than anything thankfully, given his endurance. But it was still taxing. "What are you picking up? I'm trying to find some obsidian to carve out.
Just as he said so, there was a slight crunch as he tested another spot. "Perfect." Bending down to a knee, Sah pulled out a knife and placed it into the slight crack in the stone. It was solid for sure. But the slight crack meant it was possible to remove it, if he did so carefully.
"Just tired." Between taking care of his twins and racing around to fulfill this quest in his free time, the Abandoned was stressed. More mentally tired than anything thankfully, given his endurance. But it was still taxing. "What are you picking up? I'm trying to find some obsidian to carve out.
Just as he said so, there was a slight crunch as he tested another spot. "Perfect." Bending down to a knee, Sah pulled out a knife and placed it into the slight crack in the stone. It was solid for sure. But the slight crack meant it was possible to remove it, if he did so carefully.
Sah
