Rughadjeen had very little trouble when the streets were covered in such gore. It happened more than once a month back home in Al Zhabi so both had had plenty of practise. Sleeping in the monastery and then the amount of time he'd spent travelling, Rughadjeen was looking forward to some kind of decent rest, but first would be to clean himself up. His hair would smell of burning bodies and his skin just felt clammy.
He turned at the scream and frowned, almost looking like a jealous kid. "That one does not count!"
Walahra damn it all! He was getting picky on what was his own and what was Gadalar's now. Looking back he noticed that Gadalar had done a fine job in making his nose ever dirtier. "Honestly."
Through the streets Rughadjeen watched for any other attack and the buildings around him still on fire. This was the right way to the inn, wasn't it? All the streets now looked the same to him, fantastic.
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Date: 2010-08-31 06:23 pm (UTC)He turned at the scream and frowned, almost looking like a jealous kid. "That one does not count!"
Walahra damn it all! He was getting picky on what was his own and what was Gadalar's now. Looking back he noticed that Gadalar had done a fine job in making his nose ever dirtier. "Honestly."
Through the streets Rughadjeen watched for any other attack and the buildings around him still on fire. This was the right way to the inn, wasn't it? All the streets now looked the same to him, fantastic.