walls could talk

*Diarmuid* · (This post was last modified: 06-21-2017, 06:17 PM by Diarmuid.)

It'd been quite some time since Diarmuid had spoken to the Xanilov children. He knew now, at least, they intended to stay within these lands and he was confident he could find them again when necessary. Though some of the children were unaccounted for, he was mostly satisfied that the majority of them had reunited. It left him with a sense of calm that he hadn't felt in awhile, and for that he was grateful.

It didn't keep him from feeling restless, though. Without a task to do, he had trouble keeping him mind entertained. It was hard for him to stop and simply enjoy his surroundings, and even now as the massive brute trudged through the underbrush he hardly noticed that he was surrounded by various berry bushes. He wasn't quite sure what he had in mind for today, but he figured a meal might be a good start. He wrinkled his nose as a particularly tart scent hit him, his scarred snout wrinkling in distaste as his gaze finally found the berry bushes. Strange.

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