Mørkedrømevandrer

The wild-haired Nuk had been swift to act at the giant's fall, horn-backed bow springing to hand as he warily watched the noble shades take their leave. His eyes wary, he leans down next to the fallen warrior as she speaks. "These warriors seem willing to accept the results of their combat, and have retreated to the cave carrying with them their secrets. A worrying portent, if one believes in such. Are you well enough to continue?"