At least he’d caught the others’ attention – Darkeye. Huffing a little, winded from his trek, he hacked a few times before continuing on his conversation. “Eh, just wonderin’ if you’d seen any cursed crops.” Though, based on the current season, maybe it didn’t matter. Though, he supposed, journeying over to Torchline or the Oerwoud would mean more of the latter.
But anyway, onto the explanation. “My gods damned turnips grew teeth.” From there, he raised his hands up to his mouth, imitating some notion of fangs with his pointer fingers. “Fuckers. Like those blasted gourds." and he spat along the ground, eventually bringing his hands back into his pockets, face sour and irritated.
But anyway, onto the explanation. “My gods damned turnips grew teeth.” From there, he raised his hands up to his mouth, imitating some notion of fangs with his pointer fingers. “Fuckers. Like those blasted gourds." and he spat along the ground, eventually bringing his hands back into his pockets, face sour and irritated.
