Michael's with Jon on that one. Weapons are hard to come by in Solvunn, though less so now given the recent infestation of leviathans along the shorelines and prior monstrous incursions. He always has at least one blade on his person; the more on hand, the better his mood.
He stops by her side as she collects the mushrooms, eyes still on the woods. They'd passed a deer trail weaving through the trees not long ago but he hasn't seen evidence of anything larger than that yet.
"You might have just said you wanted to go foraging," he says, letting a touch of amusement lighten his tone. He'd be happy if all they were doing out here were gathering mushrooms, no talk of gods or rituals. "As for finding this tree—we might ask the locals."
His gaze is pointed up now, at a little yellow songbird watching them from a branch above. It flicks its tail and lets out a bright peep.
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Michael's with Jon on that one. Weapons are hard to come by in Solvunn, though less so now given the recent infestation of leviathans along the shorelines and prior monstrous incursions. He always has at least one blade on his person; the more on hand, the better his mood.
He stops by her side as she collects the mushrooms, eyes still on the woods. They'd passed a deer trail weaving through the trees not long ago but he hasn't seen evidence of anything larger than that yet.
"You might have just said you wanted to go foraging," he says, letting a touch of amusement lighten his tone. He'd be happy if all they were doing out here were gathering mushrooms, no talk of gods or rituals. "As for finding this tree—we might ask the locals."
His gaze is pointed up now, at a little yellow songbird watching them from a branch above. It flicks its tail and lets out a bright peep.