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I had no idea what they were talking about and I didn’t care. It sounded dangerous but so was existing.

LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’mma be quoting that for a really long time now… XD

Niarok

Aydin took the herbs, but Niarok saw the hint of suspicion in his eyes. He didn’t trust them, and he’d probably wait to see if they had negative affects on the others before he used them, if he’d use them at all.

“Thanks, I know you mean well.” His smile was weak, like he was trying to convince himself of the fact.

Niarok nodded once and sat back down, watching as Leytera helped Quin sit down on the side of the fire farthest from the entrance.

Aydin stood, shook the snow off his cloak, and began pacing. He covered up his right hand with his cloak, and the movement was so natural Niarok hardly noticed it.

But then he realized how much Aydin had been using his left hand, but also how awkward he had seemed while doing it.

He wasn’t acting like he was left handed. Rather, it was like… he couldn’t use his right hand.

Niarok gently put Yila’s head back on his lap, and she grunted.

“Shh!” he hissed, and she glared at him through a half-closed eye before falling asleep again.

He covered her with the blanket, making sure she was warm so she wouldn’t die of a slowed metabolism.

Then he drew his sword and a small iron slab, and began to sharpen the blade, wincing at how many nicks had managed to find their ways onto the edge.

No one was looking at him, but he had a feeling he was making at least one of the newcomers nervous. He put the sword away, although it wasn’t perfectly sharpened yet.

“Is anyone hungry?” he asked, and several of the people raised their hands over Basil’s nearby whining. Yes, he was whining now. Niarok felt bad for him, but also for everyone else…

He reached into his pack and fished around until he found his stored rations.

He tossed a package to each of the people raising their hands, noting that Aydin hadn’t.

So he either wasn’t hungry or he didn’t trust the food.

Niarok didn’t blame him for either.

He bit into the dried meat, realizing how long it had been since he’d last eaten. That was bad. Much longer and he probably would have gotten shaky.

Yila sat up, shaking out her frizzy hair, and pulled a ration out of her own pack, which she ate ravenously before laying back down and falling asleep.

Niarok smirked.

Hungry and tired. He felt bad for all the other people in this cave castle thing that had to deal with Yila right now.