Styrm's brow furrowed, deep ripples like canyons forming across the expanse of his forehead. "Styrm's no liar, lad. None too delicate, either. Made whole heaps o' noise this night," he said with a wave of the rag. "Much an' more around yer person. That in mind, we both know I ain't th'one an' only lookin' after yer Kink, so if ye don't wanna help th'lass, help yerself. Styrm can protect ye--th'both o' ye--jus' so long as I got ye with me."Â
A wan smile painted itself across his face, goofy stretched across his huge features, but his tired eyes plead with the boy and with whatever gods were watching.
A wan smile painted itself across his face, goofy stretched across his huge features, but his tired eyes plead with the boy and with whatever gods were watching.
