“Where the work takes me.” Surviving in that place had taken his life, taken the gods, but it had given him a new set of skills that many needed.
“I could tag along, I suppose. Don’t think I’ll be signing up with you. Just don’t have nothing else.”
“I could tag along, I suppose. Don’t think I’ll be signing up with you. Just don’t have nothing else.”
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He hauls his pack back onto his shoulders and waits for Brash to be ready before continuing down the road.
“You ever been down to Murann?”
It's been a long time since he's done this much walking, but he'd been missing it, and though the halfling's of a sturdy build, his steps are light.
Goblinoids, he means. The Silver Fox of those woods had lead them all down the better path - but first, Ril had lead him.
“You one of those ‘us’ who made a name for themself?”