Blackeye
Not the strongest win the battle —
Darkeyes hand goes for his beard and thinks for a moment."He has many, the most important is war. As a Cleric of Kor, you are a peacekeeper. Your job is to watch over those who can't defend themselves, children, women, men, and old ones. Wars should be fought by those who started them. But most times that are gods, kings, or lords that are afraid of seeing a battle close. Kor's priests are writing down the war history. That not one side could change it to look better in history. Soldiers that plunder too much or rape women or kill children are hunted down and get condemned." He didn't tell her everything, this would need too much time. He needed his focus here at the hunt.
Wait did she say a tree, this was a joke. Darkeye waited a moment to make sure that this was a joke. He hoped that Juniper would laugh soon. But after a long quiet pause. "This is no joke we hunting a tree, are you serious? I'm starting to love this world, even the plants want to kill you. It's a cruel way to die. Is it a plant then or a creature or both? What can you do with its branch? Are they rare?" He wanted to ask her more questions but this wasn't the right time or place. They were still on a hunt. So Darkeye held back his questions, focused on his sense of the forest.
Wait did she say a tree, this was a joke. Darkeye waited a moment to make sure that this was a joke. He hoped that Juniper would laugh soon. But after a long quiet pause. "This is no joke we hunting a tree, are you serious? I'm starting to love this world, even the plants want to kill you. It's a cruel way to die. Is it a plant then or a creature or both? What can you do with its branch? Are they rare?" He wanted to ask her more questions but this wasn't the right time or place. They were still on a hunt. So Darkeye held back his questions, focused on his sense of the forest.
— the smartest do
