Gotta put on a brave face for the poor thing, I think. Because, fuck, these things are in there deep, that’s why. No sense being optimistic either, making him think this shit’s going to be alright. Got some work ahead of me. I grunt as Early falls over, flopping in pain. Some time passes, I ...
I again looked at Gilli, wincing this time at his flame-cracked skin. From the small grove of trees past the marsh spilled the mournful wails of the elves. The strange noise was rising and falling out of tune with the wind. There was something happy and tiresome about it at the same time, some...