Literature
The Far Isle's PT6
Back at the cave shelter, Raverth was using pantomime, broken words, and crude drawings to communicate.
“His enemies, the men from the boat.”
“The pirates,” Draknor rumbled, his tail thumping the ground.
“Piiii-rets,” Raverth grunted, straining to pronounce the words.
“Yes, what of them?”
Raverth used a stick to scrawl square shapes into the dirt of the floor. Draknor tilted his head as he scrutinized the shapes.
“Looks like supply crates of some sort.”
“Lots...” Raverth declared.
“Could be useful,” Ylla noted.
“You will show me?” Draknor asked.
Raverth looked to Ylla who gestured from the floor to the crude map.
“Where are these?” She asked slowly and gently.
Raverth made a short exclamation as understanding took hold and pointed to a blank spot on the map.
“Well,” Draknor grunted. “...I was going there anyway,”
“You boys be careful, I’ll have a nice toasty fire for you when you return.”
“Fire warm,” Raverth chortled.
The two males filed out, Draknor
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