What his name?

I step step into the midst of the group, and they form a circle around me.

I feel a gust of wind, and suddenly, the crows begin cawing. The begin flying in front of us, forming a wall of black feathers, as if trying to block our way forward —and the just as quickly, they disperse, leaving a lone figure in their wake. It’s Zephyr.

I’m going to cut you to shreds and feet your flesh to the crows. The birds usually prefer carrion, but they’ve been known to feast on the flesh of the living if they get a whiff of blood in the air. I guess that’s why crows and I get along so well. That bloodlust is in our nature.

The good news that encampment it’s quite far from the others. That should give us some time before reinforcements are able to arrive if things go terribly wrong for us.

I’m tracking her migration patterns. Rue has been known to change things up from season to season, so I need to keep an eye on her. Based on the location he’s moving, and considering I’ve seen of other rhinos, it seems like she’s headed to the breeding ground.

Your skin? that’s what you’re worrying about?

The elder druids are only dangerous to that extent that they’re able to convince their people to go to war with us. If we help the elves to defeat the dark elves bandits, then it would be hard for the elder druids to convince the elf population that attacking us when are weak is a good thing.

It would seem that Vaeril and I share the goal, then. If he’s willing to trust me, them I’m willing to trust him. Besides, if he truly wants me dead, he’d probably catch wind of my location sooner or later.

Is it exclusively for nagas? Could a/an [MC’s race] joining in?

For this boy, the simple act of taking a breath is an ordeal. Every morning and every night, I give him a bit of vim and vigor, drained from the planets near here. It keeps him alive. But this boy will never breathe normally unless I find some way to mend his throat.

Ordinarily, I would say no. This is an affliction this boy has suffered since birth. As I said, I can fix wounds, but there is a problem with this his body’s constitution. I can’t give him what was never there, or so conventional thinking suggests.

Protecting this wood was my duty. Alas, the woods have fallen into decay, and I have withered along with them.

Well, I mean, don't you have people who take care of those kinds of trivial things for me?

What did it awaken i you?

Hiding in plain sight, huh? That's always seemed a bit risky to me, byt I guess I can see it being beneficial in yor case. Anway, back to our discussion about being a pirate. There have to be other disadvantages, right?

I'm preparing to fight a war. It behooves me to consider how veteran officers might feel about the matter. I'd rather have them as friends than allies.

That's a bid sad, isn't it? All those people and none of them have the time to just stop and enjoy the world the live in. I feel lucky compared to them because here I've got all the time in the world.

In this silence, the sound of running water and birds fluttering from tree to tree nearby becomes more prounounced. We're only there for a few minutes it feels like a pleasant eternity.

Do you know what I like about combat? The best part of fighting is the pain. That sensation that reminds you take that remind you that you're still alive.

Have you told him?

That's the strangest thing. With you, it's never just one or the other. There are a lot of times when talking to you makes makes my heart beat slower. Like I'm relaxing, and letting my guard down. But there are other times when the opposite happens.

My time together Sylrissa has been great. We've traveled Aravorn, stopping a few days in each city. We've been to Shacklesplit, Dingirra, Flowervale. And now we're on a boat heading back to Grimoire

Not yet. But, in my experience, after a sentence like that the next one next one usally starts with: 'BUT'.

I hate that I hurt her, but I can't lie about my feelings and I can't change what I've done the past. As harsh as it is, this is for the best.