"It's just a bunch of rock," Domri says irritably, trying to hide his discomfort at being underground.
The scrawny teenager strokes the head of the tiny Rattler Boa that's wrapped around the jawbone on one of his spaulders. The rest of his equipment is similarly barbaric-looking, his armor and clothing being cobbled-together from scraps of cloth, hides, and metal, his shield being made from the skull of some large animal, and his spear having an animal skull at one end and a blade carved from a large bone at the other.
"Let's go find this brat."
He totally does not have mild claustrophobia and is only here because he knows what he feels like to be alone and stuck underground. Nope. That's totally not the reason.
Domri will be keeping an eye out for any trail that Rachel may have left. He's not hopeful that her passage will have been as obvious as that of a beast on bare ground since, well, it's a cave, but he knows better than to assume that there won't be anything to find.
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The scrawny teenager strokes the head of the tiny Rattler Boa that's wrapped around the jawbone on one of his spaulders. The rest of his equipment is similarly barbaric-looking, his armor and clothing being cobbled-together from scraps of cloth, hides, and metal, his shield being made from the skull of some large animal, and his spear having an animal skull at one end and a blade carved from a large bone at the other.
"Let's go find this brat."
He totally does not have mild claustrophobia and is only here because he knows what he feels like to be alone and stuck underground. Nope. That's totally not the reason.
Domri will be keeping an eye out for any trail that Rachel may have left. He's not hopeful that her passage will have been as obvious as that of a beast on bare ground since, well, it's a cave, but he knows better than to assume that there won't be anything to find.