somebody go get the coroner, there's been a mishap

As the horned brute motioned Chimera forward, the hulking beast moved towards the fire, settling himself in close proximity to the blaze, but allowing enough space between himself and the other man for comforts sake. "Chimera, King of Fenmyre," the behemoth spoke, giving his name so that the man didn't have to call him 'friend' again. They were not friends. Obsidian toes flexed and extended, coming back to life as the warmth of the flames seeped into them. Not only had the storm held him up, but a long day of hunting treasures and useful things had left the kings body screaming for rest. Not everything had been out in the open. He'd had to smash down doors and sever vine. He'd had to unearth some things partially hidden. It hadn't just been casual hide and seek. Chimera had put his back into the haul that he had to take back to Fenmyre.

The man's question brought mismatched ears swiveling about and Chimera gave a rumble of though. "The storm, but mostly exhaustion. A nights rest before a long trek would be ideal." And if he could sleep beside a fire and not out in a hole somewhere, that was even better.

Giving his head a tilt, he looked towards the other man. "And you? This obviously isn't your home. Exploring?" He'd been caught by the storm as well, but was he here on a mission? Just adventuring? Had he washed up here?

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