yet my blood renders me a King
Sah nodded firmly. "Understood." The Abandoned hated poachers and he'd never willingly become one. The fact that he nearly had done so made his blood boil. The person who sent him out here would not survive their next encounter. Sah did give a slight smirk however and added, "I'll send them to you, if there's anything left of them once I'm through." There likely wouldn't be much for the demi-god honestly.
Remi's idea had Sah humming in thought. "Guess I'll see what's waiting for me at home." There really wasn't any valuable in his house so he doubted it was for burglary. The only thing even remotely valuable was his oven. But he doubted that'd be stolen.
The comment about Seren drew an understanding nod from the Outlander. "That makes sense." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, guilt and awkwardness eating at him. "I'm really sorry about this entire mess of a situation though. And for the stab." Sah glanced at the demi-god's clear lack of pain, a small chuckle slipping out. "Though I think it was more a poke for you, wasn't it?"
Remi's idea had Sah humming in thought. "Guess I'll see what's waiting for me at home." There really wasn't any valuable in his house so he doubted it was for burglary. The only thing even remotely valuable was his oven. But he doubted that'd be stolen.
The comment about Seren drew an understanding nod from the Outlander. "That makes sense." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, guilt and awkwardness eating at him. "I'm really sorry about this entire mess of a situation though. And for the stab." Sah glanced at the demi-god's clear lack of pain, a small chuckle slipping out. "Though I think it was more a poke for you, wasn't it?"
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