CianRhapsody

Crushed. That’s how Puck felt when he realized what had happened. A few combats were enough to make the changeling feel useless, practically worthless. He hit all of one Gruang during the fighting. When they make camp that evening he takes his book and the bag of devouring to a far corner, curling around his knees. He reaches into his pack, cursing as he navigates the contents without sight, pulling out a well worn plush of his patron. The milky gaze transfixed for a moment before he uses it as a pillow. ~~~~~~~His mind flits back to discovering his master, taken by a terrible fever in his teenage years, he was given the name of a book. Se...