Ixidor92
Game master
" . . . . . . . . . Xivran."
The Demark reached above the fire, grabbing one of the poles that held a piece of venison in place. His eyes were elsewhere right now, almost as if gazing into the past. The talk of shards had brought up . . . less than pleasant memories.
"I hope you're not too picky about what you eat, there wasn't much to do with it."
He offered her the spit of meat
"I never got your name either."
The Demark reached above the fire, grabbing one of the poles that held a piece of venison in place. His eyes were elsewhere right now, almost as if gazing into the past. The talk of shards had brought up . . . less than pleasant memories.
"I hope you're not too picky about what you eat, there wasn't much to do with it."
He offered her the spit of meat
"I never got your name either."