Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-5543592-20190209015110

Daireg blossumed with light, becoming painful to look at for the bystanders, as he drank deeply from the Shehai's source.

He swiped at the figure relentlessly, not giving up with out a fight.

Pain wracked him, but pain was an old friend. This fire was not any worse than the Corten Mont's, the one that had boiled his eyes and melted his bones.

He stabbed the figure with Shehai and whacked it with the empty hilt, regardless of how ineffective it was.

"What do you make of them?" Cade asked, spooning some stew into his mouth.

The warm fire, the laughter, the sense of home and community. It appealed to Cade. Not in a sense that it was something he wanted, rather it was something he had never experienced.