Seidrik_The_Gray
Seidrik The Gray
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Daryl, turns toward the excitement, with a hand the size of a small child resting on his belly, and a begging eye toward Seidrik, a low rumbling of stone sliding off a hill crashes into the heavy air, as Daryl tries to whisper his request, "Seidrik, I'm getting hungry, and those over there might be nice with some Rosemary and some of that salt that you showed me earlier. I know we said no villagers, but they upset my stomach..."
With a wide-open and placating gesture, Seidrik bows out of the conversation and turns toward Daryl, and steps onto the stool next to Daryl, who is sitting down by the door, and with a pat on his head, gently chides him. "Daryl, noooo, they aren't fighting, they're just doing what we humans love to do...it's just a discussion at this point, nothing to worry yourself over."
With a wide-open and placating gesture, Seidrik bows out of the conversation and turns toward Daryl, and steps onto the stool next to Daryl, who is sitting down by the door, and with a pat on his head, gently chides him. "Daryl, noooo, they aren't fighting, they're just doing what we humans love to do...it's just a discussion at this point, nothing to worry yourself over."
