Gabe
Deer Lord
Nymkos finished filling his bag of branches. "I'm sure she can take care of herself." Nymkos said while walking back.
The drider sat near the fire - sitting in the most wide form of the word, his abdomen was touching the floor while his legs were neatly arranged on his sides. He was eating a chunk of cured venison, looking rather pleased and yet slightly worried at the same time. Was the man who they met on the road onto him? He made a mental note to cover his tracks more, maybe bury whatever he would eat. With some thought, he looked at Vetr. "I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with northern customs. What's a Jarl? And whatever this is, I don't know this... Gunjarson."
HighSanguinaryPriest FireMaiden
The drider sat near the fire - sitting in the most wide form of the word, his abdomen was touching the floor while his legs were neatly arranged on his sides. He was eating a chunk of cured venison, looking rather pleased and yet slightly worried at the same time. Was the man who they met on the road onto him? He made a mental note to cover his tracks more, maybe bury whatever he would eat. With some thought, he looked at Vetr. "I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with northern customs. What's a Jarl? And whatever this is, I don't know this... Gunjarson."
HighSanguinaryPriest FireMaiden