[Kell is just about to comment how getting dragged into someone else's quarrel is never a good idea, when sudden movement under the cart draws his attention. The already agitated horses neigh, kicking their hind legs. It's as if they were trying to kick some unseen danger behind them. It causes quite the stir and the men stop their argument to deal with the horses.]
Have you seen that? Under the cart. I'd swear I saw a hand there.
[A bare, wrinkled, thin arm with long clawed fingers. Nothing to his knowledge like that lives in Thorne.]
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Have you seen that? Under the cart. I'd swear I saw a hand there.
[A bare, wrinkled, thin arm with long clawed fingers. Nothing to his knowledge like that lives in Thorne.]
I think I'd like a closer look.