@greathammersfall.bsky.social When the door to the tavern opened with a heavy thud, water leaking into the floorboards as the hoodies figure stepped inside. The bottom of his face only visible in the light while some would say there was a strange red glow, small little beads, pulsing where his-

"Just my luck to attract a fairy", he swats at it, not even landing a blow on it as it circles around him, "that won't leave me alone."

"We don't think much of ants, 'til they're the size of houses and burnin' down the forests. The desert is our home... and we're losin' that, too."

It tastes awful. Blood. It fills his mouth as the claw twists into his abdomen. He grits his red stained teeth, bracing for an impact that hurts more than he can imagine. The beast had tossed him, skidding and slamming against the ground. Taeril breaths through his nostrils, his forearms supporting-