+ been taken by something in there, it stands to reason that getting him back would drop him in the same spot, yeah?” He spat on the ground, kicking dirt atop it.
“Unless you have any extra spell circles on that bird.”
Brash froze.
Only a moment for Gil, it was an eternity for Brash. What did he say? Could he offer an explanation. Those sad eyes, begging with his very soul for some form of hope.
But Brash did not offer false hope lightly.
“You said he went missing in that forest, yeah? If you think he’s +
These calloused hands only know how to draw blood. | Do you think that would stop me from loving you?
It’s wedding dancin’, waltz’s and such.
Brash wiped his hands on his pants, rolling his neck until a few satisfactory pops sounded.
“I knew of a man who had lived with an injury so long, his body rejected the magic. Maybe you’re like that? Is it all injuries or…?”
Rage won't save me but it will make me the only thing left.
Whispers in the air tell the tale of a life long gone.
I can’t stop that dragon from killing you or you getting yourself killed.
With the things I’ve done? I deserve death.
But I’ve earned the right to live. There is a difference.
What the fuck has this world ever done for me?
Yer gonna get yourself eaten by a dragon.
And how the fuck are any of us supposed to stop it? Let the Gods worry about it.
Perhaps you stop pissin’ the thing off and keep yer heads down. Hopefully, it picks someplace where we aren’t to destroy.
+ side. He would never hold them like he had so many years ago. He barely remembered what their touch felt like. A few more years there, and he would’ve forgotten their face.
That place had taken Markus from Gil… but Brash had lost Gil because of the Grove too.
There’s a lot of ways he wants to respond. He wants to warn Gil not to get their hopes up. He wants to come clean, drop the charade and tell them that Markus is never coming back.
“Who I lost ain’t coming out of there, Gil. Some stories don’t get happy endings.” He would never have Gil by his +
It’s not much but it’s a promise he accepts.
“Good. Then I’ll do what I can.” And he would. While he had no intentions of letting Gil near that Witch, he had a score to settle with it. And if he found out useful information? All the better.
They always are.
“What kinda idiot lets themself starve?” Looking around, it didn’t take long to find a wild onion and some sage. Picking those, he diced the shallot, adding it around the fish as the other hand crushed the herb, sprinkling it on top.
“Ain’t gonna be much, but it’s what we got.”
“I ain’t a cook so I’m not sure, but my guess is the ale makes the dough softer. Bubbles and stuff, I think.” He shrugs, grabbing a flatish rock and placing it close to the fire. Tossing the fish onto it, he waited.
“So, what do you lot do for food?”
+ to be alone.
“Ask your other friends.”
“Bread? You get some grain, grind it up. Mix it with water and some ale, then bake it.” He continued cutting scales away, deciding the fight over the scales was not worth the breath.
“Next time I go into town, I can grab the—.” He stopped himself. Hubie wasn’t staring. He lived alone. He deserved+
Raising his hand up, Brash waved the kid off. He should’ve known that would happen. “Says the one who just ate a fin. It’s gonna wreck havoc on your insides.”
That actually made him let out a single loud laugh.
“Kid, you got no idea.” What kind of paladin was he that he couldn’t remove the curse placed on him? If the others had failed, and they had, he should’ve been able to fix himself.
“What, your magic not work on you?”
“You can forget I did it. And find a different healer next time.” He grumbled, wiping his hand on his pants.
“And don’t get stabbed.”
“You throw them away. They’re bad for ya,” he scolds, holding out a hand in front of Hubie, waiting for the kid to spit it out.
The calloused hand presses against the wound, the goblin’s eyes closing. It took a moment, the rag dampening his finger tips.
The healing glow soaked into the fabric, into the flesh, reknitting the damage slowly. He wasn’t as effective as other healers, but he still had the power.
“You can watch me do it,” he pulls a blade, scooping the fish up with his hand. With practiced motion, he demonstrates for the goblin.
“You stick the blade in here, slice this way. See? Hold the tail firmly or it’s gonna come apart.”
He glances around before raising a hand, the divine magic shaky, unpracticed and unsteady.
“Stand still.”
//: never heard of her
