Sah
Sah had sent word to Deimos the day before, asking him to join him for an ursur hunt. The Abandoned hadn't hunted with his friend for quite some time, so despite the circumstances, he was looking forward to it. Despite his eagerness to complete his quest, he'd learned the hard way that hunts needed patience and one's full attention.
A lesson that Deimos himself had enforced once Sah was recovered from the shark's bite. The Outlander wouldn't make that mistake again. As the Warden approached, Sah raised a hand in greeting. "Hey Deimos, thank you for coming. Are you ready?" With his sword at his hip and a bag of his usual hunting and skinning supplies, Sah was.
A lesson that Deimos himself had enforced once Sah was recovered from the shark's bite. The Outlander wouldn't make that mistake again. As the Warden approached, Sah raised a hand in greeting. "Hey Deimos, thank you for coming. Are you ready?" With his sword at his hip and a bag of his usual hunting and skinning supplies, Sah was.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
