LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Stalking through the grass with a grin on his face Lyndvarr wondered what the healer he'd thrashed was up to. Would they run into each other again? Well either way the thicket was an excellent place to gather yarrow and other herbs and while the viking man had no problem stealing from others it didn't mean he was incapable of gathering the herbs himself. He was willing to put in the work but that didn't mean he'd stop being an opportunist anytime soon.
The man suddenly froze as he heard rustling ahead of him. Someone else was in here…. cautiously he crept forward, nostrils flaring to take in the scents of three women wandering through the thicket. Curious he took a few more steps forward, intending merely to watch their movements until one of the girls turned and looked right at him! Oops. "O-oh… hi there…." One of his ears flicked back as he felt suddenly embarassed.
