The continued adventures of not Vikings
04-03-2018, 06:43 PM
Thistle moves out from behind the door and leans against it, sizing up the man and wary of the roaring fire that sets her teeth on edge. Nibbs, on the other hand, slinks inside and plops down in front of the hearth in a feline sprawl but still watchful of the pile of dirt. Seeing the droplets of blood on the handkerchief, the skinchanger frowns.
"Do you need medicine or a healer?" She swivels to Gwain. "You have someone for that, don't you? You people practically brought a whole city with you."
Still half-listening a little through Nibbs, she's momentarily distracted again by the heart beats from whatever it is in the center of the room.
"I've lived here my whole life," Thistle says, "but, truthfully, I don't know much about Cultivators. So, what are you doing here and why is that so noisy for something that looks like a barrow?"
"Do you need medicine or a healer?" She swivels to Gwain. "You have someone for that, don't you? You people practically brought a whole city with you."
Still half-listening a little through Nibbs, she's momentarily distracted again by the heart beats from whatever it is in the center of the room.
"I've lived here my whole life," Thistle says, "but, truthfully, I don't know much about Cultivators. So, what are you doing here and why is that so noisy for something that looks like a barrow?"
