02-07-2020, 10:29 PM
Orkan limps his way back to the Espegiel, his every step squelching in the mud infesting this camp. His nose wrinkles as he has to push his way through the mess of humanity. His eyes stay low, refusing to look up at the beautiful sky. By the time he reaches the ship, his legs are almost ready to give out.
[Imperial]-“Doctor!” he calls out. “I verily need thy mending digits. I fear I am wounded, scarred by mine own hubris. Thy faithful companion hast flown too close to the sun once more.”
[Imperial]-“Doctor!” he calls out. “I verily need thy mending digits. I fear I am wounded, scarred by mine own hubris. Thy faithful companion hast flown too close to the sun once more.”