Rolling his eyes unseen, Thal bit back a quip that maybe it would be more honorable if this hunter killed his enemy on his own, instead of asking some wimpy Child of Man to do it for him. But that probably wouldn't end well. "Mkay, then," he muttered, ducking his head to rub at the back of his neck. He breathed deep, the gesture accompanied by a faint whistle of escaping air through his chest, and spent some time picking apart the loose scents of the sands around them. In a space so open, he felt like his senses had expanded to fill the space.
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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