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BAALAL -- NONBINARY -- THE FROSTBLOWN -- SAGE -- MEDIUM DIFFICULTY

paws sliding across warm stones, tongue slipping across jaws, weight a presence upon spine, would the tall creature come to rest behind the others, letting their package slide from shoulders built to carry heavier loads. it was good to leave behind their den, leave behind the grief of the dead to entangle themself in matters of other groups. riding along their side remained a satchel of herbs, to treat their groupmates should they encounter trouble. "it is far easier for those with lighter packages to move ahead of the pack-horse", they would rumble in response to margaret, in humor more than annoyance. turning their gaze to brymstone, they would flick an ear before giving a dip of their head, "greetings, brymstone. i apologize for not sending a bird to say that we would be coming this way, our bird has fallen injured and is better killed for food.]", they would cluck their tongue, "the rest of the feathered bastards are in training, or are too stupid to know one mountain peak from a volcanic peak.", they would sigh.

"we have had a good harvest of herbs over the winter in our greenhouse, and we have brought our extra herbs as a gift. he have many other wares to trade, of course.", they would rumble, eyes flicking to the sky as they listened to the dragons, searching for any familiar figurines between the shapes sliding in and out of clouds far above. clicking their jaws together, they would shake their head - they were too hopeful to catch a glimpse of a beast they'd seen in their travels. returning their attention to brymstone, they would offer a lopsided grin, "i hope you and yours have been well since our last interaction."

#psychosocial.