Galadan's eyebrows manifestly do not hit his hairline.
This is hardly the time.
He does resume his position at point, slipping soundlessly through the underbrush and moving toward what, as they move ever closer, reveals itself to be a swift-flowing stream.
"The opposite bank is what I would call an appropriate resting place."
And the stream is very convenient for cleaning the blood and ichor off of his hands.
And, you know. His face. Swishing the ichor out from between his teeth is also preferable. Few things taste more unpleasant, save perhaps the blood of the svart alfar.
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This is hardly the time.
He does resume his position at point, slipping soundlessly through the underbrush and moving toward what, as they move ever closer, reveals itself to be a swift-flowing stream.
"The opposite bank is what I would call an appropriate resting place."
And the stream is very convenient for cleaning the blood and ichor off of his hands.
And, you know. His face. Swishing the ichor out from between his teeth is also preferable. Few things taste more unpleasant, save perhaps the blood of the svart alfar.