YOL TOOR SHUL

[text] jfc

[text] I’m still in my pajamas

Micyne barely held her tongue, biting back a response about how while he had come into favor with Madanach’s tribe, her own tribe had not exactly accepted him. Even then, she was barely Forsworn. Despite growing up in the Reach and maintaining a rather heinous lifestyle with cannibalism and necromancy, she wasn’t exactly a violent person, and didn’t favor selfishly killing people who could be innocent. 

Still, she’d fallen out of favor with her own tribe and needed to do something to fix it. Her hands trembled as she gripped the rather lightweight ax. It was all she could properly wield. “I can’t promise I’ll be able to watch your back all that well.”

The intrusive thought of watching his rear surfaced in her mind and she quickly shook her head, as if to dislodge the thought. That was the last thing her scattered brain needed to be thinking about.

... That was catchy.

"Hide behind it, then," Borkul told her, clapping her on the shoulder with one strong, huge hand, which probably did nothing to help her shakiness. He'd have laughed if they weren't trying to be sneaky, and let out a hearty chuckle instead.