you were in the fallout and you lost some friends //
He hears the whisper Nate utters, but truthfully none of it makes sense to him and its easier to pretend he hadn’t than to delve into the name of those creatures (Fyrhunds, the ones he’s thinking of). So instead, he focuses on the cavern they delve into, toward the Obsidian Cathedral that he finds the stones they need above the slick trek further into the underground system of the Climb.
The start, however, has Varus nodding and scooping up as much as he can, his gaze flickering to follow Nate as he finds a few more shards. But his gaze doesn’t linger as he draws up to try and get a better sound of the echoes that happen – slipping through the dark to stand nearer to Nate for some sort of comfort to them both. His voice is a whisper, but loud enough for Nate to hear. “Doesn’t sound like the rock dogs.” He leans forward a bit, trying to listen more. “Wyrms or birds, maybe?” His gaze darts back to Nate curiously, before he’s fully focusing on protecting Nate to get the stones he needs for his quest.
The start, however, has Varus nodding and scooping up as much as he can, his gaze flickering to follow Nate as he finds a few more shards. But his gaze doesn’t linger as he draws up to try and get a better sound of the echoes that happen – slipping through the dark to stand nearer to Nate for some sort of comfort to them both. His voice is a whisper, but loud enough for Nate to hear. “Doesn’t sound like the rock dogs.” He leans forward a bit, trying to listen more. “Wyrms or birds, maybe?” His gaze darts back to Nate curiously, before he’s fully focusing on protecting Nate to get the stones he needs for his quest.
VARUS
