What Do We Do With A Drunken Sailor?

He withheld the chuckle as Brandr made a face as brains squished between his toes. He imagined that was not a pleasant feeling. “What tanning rabbit for?” He asked, curious if there was a real purpose to tanning the rabbit hide, he’d heard about a mobile trade place but he had yet to find it…not that he had anything to trade yet. He grinned as Brandr spoke about the brains more and nodded slightly. “I’ll trust you on that.” He answered, having no intention of finding out for himself any time soon. He wasn’t a crafter, he was more of a healer.

Finally, he laid the hide down and asked more about his home and he grinned. “Some dug, some natural. Many pathways, like maze.” He chuckled softly, before his smile faltered. “Some dangerous than others. Tunnels….fall… sometimes.” He had trouble, fall was not the right word, but perhaps it was good enough for Brandr to understand that the tunnels collapse at times. Thoren momentarily turned back to fishing, diving down to grab at another fish, noticing that the fish were beginning to disappear. He’d have to finish quickly before they were all gone!