@clayric said: you might not want to pull on that thread.
well fuck, ‘duceus, that sure woulda been a handy statement at the start of all this shiet. the thought flittered gracelessly through his head, where he quashed it before he words could even think of spilling out.
‘cause that’s how it all started, wasn’t it. they found one string, gave it a good ol’ yank, found another and yanked on that one too, following the threads all the way around and into their current godsdamn predicament. one ancient evil most of the way outta its cell, another ancient evil doing fuck knows what but it wasn’t good. and yasha. and fucking yasha-
the near fatal wound pulled and tugged, sending a fresh glance of pain through him. he was messing with the stitches without even thinking about it. having two clerics with no spells and limited resources sucked.
oh. cad was being literal.
“right. now, why don’tya get some sleep?” he asked as he dutifully tucked his wandering hand under his leg, getting more comfortable against the wall he had propped himself against. setting a watch was probably a bit much in a town surrounded by kryn guards, but they’d done it the last time they were here and that was before one of ‘em had decided to turn traitor. “i’ll get beau up in a few hours, then sleep m’self. g’night.”