[Haurchefant stands with his hands on his hips as watches his companions settle in for the night and seek shelter from the eternal cold. He grimaces as he feels another deep stab of phantom pain lance through his body.
This place.]
Aye, of course.
[He walks over to the cloth and sits, rather than lies, upon them.]
Think naught of the video, my friend. There are worse mistakes to make in places such as this.
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This place.]
Aye, of course.
[He walks over to the cloth and sits, rather than lies, upon them.]
Think naught of the video, my friend. There are worse mistakes to make in places such as this.