zephyr
He's about as skittish as the creature he's gutting, you notice with an arch of your brow. Which is entirely uncalled for - you're about as likely to fight anyone as you are to crack a grin. He doesn't need to know that, though.
"Hide or horn." Slowing down in your ambling approach, you take a minute to properly look at the fellow, taking measure of the man and his wickedly sharp hunting knife. He's taller than you by a fair bit (what is it with all these gods-damned giants?), but skinny as a twig compared to your wiry musculature.
You draw to a stop, hands still in your pocket, watching with interest as he dissects the thing. "Nah, never been a huntin' sort. More'uva gatherer." You squat down and reach forward, poking at the carcass.
"Hide or horn." Slowing down in your ambling approach, you take a minute to properly look at the fellow, taking measure of the man and his wickedly sharp hunting knife. He's taller than you by a fair bit (what is it with all these gods-damned giants?), but skinny as a twig compared to your wiry musculature.
You draw to a stop, hands still in your pocket, watching with interest as he dissects the thing. "Nah, never been a huntin' sort. More'uva gatherer." You squat down and reach forward, poking at the carcass.
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
