"Hevne faces slaughter when she reaches the Fire Isles. Oh Jibrith, how I cautioned against her folly in going there! And following her slaughter will come ours. We face death, my friend, and there is nothing we can do."
Jibrith had paled, his mind numb.
He watched as Urqin spoke, the gist of his words seemed to hang in the air between them, where Urqin's bony hands fluttered and jigged as he spoke like injured moths desperately seeking light.
"But, friend Jibrith, so silent, so frightened, there is a way out. For us, at least, we have a way out."
Christopher about 1 year ago
Love the moths line.
Neville Hunt almost 1 year ago
Me too. I know what might work... what might provide a way out... send Urqin ahead of the warriors and they flee from sheer revulsion, no matter how fierce they are or how many are about to attack! Maybe they’ll be distracted while they empty buckets of salt on him, the slimy slug...
Drew Martyn 12 months ago
Thanks guys. Neville, that night work. Depends how repulsive they are, they may think he's god's gift!
Neville Hunt 12 months ago
Haha! You may be right!