Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151201230232/@comment-5543592-20151203021928

Scire was sitting on a rock outside, whitling a smallish tree branch. He looked almost jovial, with one leg crossed over the other, and making astounding progress on his carpentry.

Scire didn't need to look up to know it was Hawke coming. He'd felt her from a while away. That was the problem with Farseer's being close to someone. You rended to them, and then...

"I think I'll give this to Talon, if I ever get back home." Scire said, examining his carving. "What do you think he'd like?  A turtle.  I don't think he has enough animals."