They've left him alone in his cell.
He can't really be said to be lucid but he has very acute instincts for when there's someone and when he's alone - it's the last of his senses to depart him - and he's alone.
And then suddenly he isn't.
They've left him alone in his cell.
He can't really be said to be lucid but he has very acute instincts for when there's someone and when he's alone - it's the last of his senses to depart him - and he's alone.
And then suddenly he isn't.
She sings quietly to herself. It sounds lonelier than usual, somehow.
Eventually, there's soup.
All right.
Hunting! Or, well, 'hunting'. It's really not the same thing when her strategy is 'sneak to within spellcasting range of some poor critter and then deprive it of its head'. Very effective, though; she can take down creatures much larger than a traditional hunting team would be able to safely tackle, like for example this herd of giant deer. She sends their hides home and takes the meat to the ice.
Where it is much appreciated. Thank you. This'll make a tremendous difference for morale even before it makes a difference for our health, and it'll help with that too.
Yes, please, now that we've verified you didn't take the exploratory team to Moringotto I think they want to be put back where they were, and maybe we can send another.
All right. Oaths again, I think, from all of them; I don't have a very good idea of the Enemy's capabilities at all and I'd rather be too careful than not careful enough.
By the time she remembers she's not supposed to hug him she's already halfway to doing it; she doesn't stop herself. You're welcome.
Well, he has no idea she thinks she shouldn't hug him; he hugs her back. He's trembling. We'll make sure the Enemy can never, ever again -