Darkeye
Nine strikes
Darkeye looked at the dead owl bear. He gasped. It took him a while to calm down. He took pity on the creature and stroked it over the head and closed the eyes of the owl bear. Only now did he react. "I have healed him. The spear was made by the hand of Frey. I didn't have time to explain it. Should I have let him wounded? He should have noticed that he was better after my alleged attack. I actually expected thanks instead of reproaches. That's what you get when you help people. Accusations really? If no one claims I would gladly take the corpse. Otherwise, a claw?" He said calmly as he held his bleeding wound and put his axe back in his pocket. If you have anything to say, now would be a good time. His face became friendlier again, and he stroked the dead owlbear as if it were an animal still alive and slid over to the other side.
each for one sin
