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12.Mar.13, 12:57 PM
N'kal?, Toraths voice came to him as he was staring into the flames of the fire. 'Hmm?', Was all he replied. Are you and the boy okay? He blinked and realized that after he had handed Bordtai his old clothed to change into, he had lost himself in thought and forgotten him...again. Luckily at about the same time Bordtai made a comment about his not having much company and brought him back fully to the present. Yes, we are fine now, thank you. You? He glanced over at him while waiting for Torath to respond, feeling rather odd seeing him there in his old clothes, then around his hut.
It was sparsely decorated, there was a single chair, which his wet shirt was hanging on, and his tree stump. He gave a grunt and shrugged a bit before saying, "I don't get along with most people...no reason for company other then Torath most days." He sort of felt bad for that at the moment and added. "Suppose I should get around to making myself another chair.." I am fine, wet, but fine. I will be back soon enough. It is good N'kal, giving him your old clothes. You should not hold on to such painful things., Torath said quietly. 'Yeah...I know', was all he replied.
N'kal turned then and poked at the fire and when satisfied with the temperature of the klah grabbed a couple cups. He filled both damn near to the brim and handed one of them to Bordtai. "Here, this will warm you up", He gave him a bit of a grin and went back to sit on his stump, taking a long drink from his cup. He didn't drink often so he always had some klah around, but he was cold, wet, and had just over heard some interesting information for the second time since the whole..attempted murder investigation started. He needed some good alcohol, but all things considered, the spiced drink would have to do for now.
When Bordtai asked if he was in trouble N'kal blinked at him and waved a dismissive hand and shook his head. "Not with me, but best to not let anyone know ya over heard it. Too much is going on and you don't need to be in the middle of it." Neither do you., Torath added in a flat tone, clearly annoyed. "Ain't that the damn truth", he said out loud without meaning to. He didn't bother to explain just yet, but instead sat there thinking and looking at Bordtai. He had company, it hadn't been intended, but for the time being he pushed the odd overheard conversation from his mind for the time being and said to Bordtai, "So kid, want to talk about what caused that bloody nose?" Torath growled deeply at that, wanting to know which dragon he was going to tear apart, if whomever caused it had one. N'kal realized it hadn't been in his mind when he heard Toraths body brush against his hut as he curled himself into his sleeping hole.
"Blasted beast is going to tear my hut down one of these days...", he mumbled, but had a bit of a grin as he reached for Torath's mind. Then we shall build you a better one. With more chairs., Torath answered, entirely too amused. 'I don't need more damn chairs.', he grumbled back. Torath made a sound which clearly told N'kal he was laughing at him, yet did not actually reply.
It was sparsely decorated, there was a single chair, which his wet shirt was hanging on, and his tree stump. He gave a grunt and shrugged a bit before saying, "I don't get along with most people...no reason for company other then Torath most days." He sort of felt bad for that at the moment and added. "Suppose I should get around to making myself another chair.." I am fine, wet, but fine. I will be back soon enough. It is good N'kal, giving him your old clothes. You should not hold on to such painful things., Torath said quietly. 'Yeah...I know', was all he replied.
N'kal turned then and poked at the fire and when satisfied with the temperature of the klah grabbed a couple cups. He filled both damn near to the brim and handed one of them to Bordtai. "Here, this will warm you up", He gave him a bit of a grin and went back to sit on his stump, taking a long drink from his cup. He didn't drink often so he always had some klah around, but he was cold, wet, and had just over heard some interesting information for the second time since the whole..attempted murder investigation started. He needed some good alcohol, but all things considered, the spiced drink would have to do for now.
When Bordtai asked if he was in trouble N'kal blinked at him and waved a dismissive hand and shook his head. "Not with me, but best to not let anyone know ya over heard it. Too much is going on and you don't need to be in the middle of it." Neither do you., Torath added in a flat tone, clearly annoyed. "Ain't that the damn truth", he said out loud without meaning to. He didn't bother to explain just yet, but instead sat there thinking and looking at Bordtai. He had company, it hadn't been intended, but for the time being he pushed the odd overheard conversation from his mind for the time being and said to Bordtai, "So kid, want to talk about what caused that bloody nose?" Torath growled deeply at that, wanting to know which dragon he was going to tear apart, if whomever caused it had one. N'kal realized it hadn't been in his mind when he heard Toraths body brush against his hut as he curled himself into his sleeping hole.
"Blasted beast is going to tear my hut down one of these days...", he mumbled, but had a bit of a grin as he reached for Torath's mind. Then we shall build you a better one. With more chairs., Torath answered, entirely too amused. 'I don't need more damn chairs.', he grumbled back. Torath made a sound which clearly told N'kal he was laughing at him, yet did not actually reply.
