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β€” his slow n' steady hands as he pulled out a single fish from his pocket, one that he hunted down personally. He literally doesn't have anything to give, no words to speak, no nothing but this one fish that he salvaged earlier. And yet, he chose to offer it to her. +
Even if he did talk, she wouldn't understand him. His native tongue is beyond her comprehension, It would take years for her to understand and vice versa for him. It appears the ' Rp ' translator doesn't work on him. So, he reached for his pocket with +
He was taking all of this information in, It was all new to him. A glorified cave man discovering fire for the first time, drawn in like a moth to the flame. The moment she acted , he felt a sharp wave of pain course through his body. It was enough to leave him slightly paralysed for a moment. +
β€” As he felt his body freeze up, stiffening from the stinging sensation. And yet not once did he make a sound, not even a groan. The man just peered over and witnessed the woman within her element, knowing exactly what she was doing.
If something were to come, they would most likely need to run away. The dangers of this world are overwhelming, life is fleeting, and It would be a miracle to escape from the horrors outside. Those mud crabs are especially a pain in the ass. Or a skeever, don't let any of those +
He held his makeshift spear with his heavily bandaged hand, assisted by a woman known as ' Yel-en-a.' She had this interesting look to her, one that he can't say he recognises from here. As he wandered along the river stream, peering over for morning fish. He needed more fish +
β€” bite you. The peasant soon shifted and rolled onto his side, slightly curling up, and It didn't take much for him to drift off to sleep in his current state. He needs to find a place called Riverwood, It is a small town that shouldn't be too far ahead.
β€” She could cook it, indulge in it, and take that as a thank you from the peasant. His eyes were bloodshot, tired, with bags slightly hanging underneath them. He felt her jacket over his broad frame, it barely covered him at all. Their height difference was almost comical.
β€” to replace his current fish skin grafts, and of course, something to eat.
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