I Don't Want Striped Pajamas
Ulric!
09-10-2020, 08:19 PM
Skælingr was used to being a patient to his wife's ministrations and he held still as she inspected his wound. He got injured enough to give her plenty of practice. He listened as Ulric spoke and he smiled. That certainly seemed nice. His ears perked up at the mention that Ulric didn't have anything to carry them in. He looked to his wife who was working on her poultice mix. "I think I can help you with that." He moved over to his own travois that had been tucked away, limping a bit as he went. He pulled out a square of deer hide a few feet by a few feet across and trotted back over to Ulric where he set the piece of hide down at the man's feet. "A gift for all your help. You can place the berries in the middle then fold the four corners in and pick it up that way to carry your berries." "Speech" |
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