Carthum One-Tusk
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Carthum One-Tusk: Second Landing
Carthum's nose wrinkled at the acrid smoke- or maybe at Metea trying to butter him up. Well, as a half-orc, he had quite a keen nose... and as Metea's brother, he was putty in her hands whenever she started playing nice. He would still keep an eye on Otiroth, though. The sorcerer protested too much.
Upon arriving at the landing, they had what seemed a safe place to set up a brief camp and calm themselves. The mine, the darkness... it seemed timeless. He was not sure how long they had actually been traveling downwards. Carthum felt a slight emptiness within himself.
Hunger?
No, something else.
They would all kind of quietly agree to take camp on the landing, for a short rest. They'd all take turn keeping watch, but at that exact moment, Carthum seemed content to settle down near what must have been a brazier or a fire pit some time back, but is now cold and still.
The half-orc scans the ceiling, then, as if expecting to see a small hole.
Carthum's nose wrinkled at the acrid smoke- or maybe at Metea trying to butter him up. Well, as a half-orc, he had quite a keen nose... and as Metea's brother, he was putty in her hands whenever she started playing nice. He would still keep an eye on Otiroth, though. The sorcerer protested too much.
Upon arriving at the landing, they had what seemed a safe place to set up a brief camp and calm themselves. The mine, the darkness... it seemed timeless. He was not sure how long they had actually been traveling downwards. Carthum felt a slight emptiness within himself.
Hunger?
No, something else.
They would all kind of quietly agree to take camp on the landing, for a short rest. They'd all take turn keeping watch, but at that exact moment, Carthum seemed content to settle down near what must have been a brazier or a fire pit some time back, but is now cold and still.
The half-orc scans the ceiling, then, as if expecting to see a small hole.