The banging in his head hadn't lessened any. The last thing he really wanted to do was sit on the edge of the gorge and stare across a bright (!!!) white landscape. Still he crept closer, wordlessly accepting the invitation and moving to settle down beside Katja. "How are you feeling this morning, Laufey?" Like death. Like he'd been turned inside out, turned right side in and then had his head stuffed full of woodpeckers. "Dreadful," he groused in a gravelly voice. "If not for my own culpability I might'a had to kick Kaprasius' ass." He growled to himself and then regretted it immediately as the sound roused the woodpeckers and briefly worsened the banging in his head.
Scowling under the weight of his migraine Laufey squinted down into the gorge before turning a searching eye on Katja. "Did you fare any better?" The question was vague enough. He had so many questions, but uncertain of the level of sensitive required he wanted a soft start. She hadn't immediately wheeled around and chewed his face off, so that had to be a good sign, right? Unless of course she'd invited him to the edge with the hope of pushing him over.
This character is prone to acts of EXTREME violence when provoked. If this makes you uncomfortable do not thread with him.
