Re: Return to Hoofcrack
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Hoskar drinks deeply from a skin of kumiss. That should get the taste out of my mouth then tries to get the attention of his comrades; especially those, like Salen, Kobal and Greeshar who he thinks were angriest.
I've not gone insane.
Look at what we got: two rhinos returned, back here without fighting and maybe dying, and one well confused Morokanth. He'd have enjoyed killing us and peaceful though it was to be dead, we'll be no use for the green like that. Somehow having been dead helped too: it's like something didn't make it back here with me.
Who knows when it'll be useful that the bugger isn't sure I dislike him, or that he might think I remember Krakka fondly? Might help us nobble them one day to have them off-balance. Silly sods might even reckon they can use the soft-as-mud little trader boy for their own ends and let me help them...to come a cropper. Remember, us outsiders fit in the cracks.
He chuckles, then winces, then swills his mouth again.
So I paid out today in self-respect and in some loot. Just a sour-tasting investment.
Anyone thinking I'm disloyal might want to ask our beloved Sun Hawk how honest I've just been.
He looks around the Rangers for their reactions, clear-eyed and without a hint of the uncertainty that used always to tinge his mien.