"Fuck.." Brulk winced, his thumb and forefinger snapped away from his cheek and tore the discoloured scab away with them. He tossed it aside, and rubbed his palm over the weakened skin. He let out a sigh, furrowing his brows as he looked around the campfire. He was propped against a tree trunk, and half way comfortable though that hadn't improved his mood too much. Khelem Durr stood beside the fire, the large man resting down on one o' his javelins. Mulk and Half-Teeth sat nearby, both of 'em wearing scowls on their brows.
The rest o' the crew was made up o' folks Brulk had only met once or twice. Wasn't the way to do things, he reckoned, but those are the times. Lesburr, one o' Temairs incessant underlings sprouting up beside him, more like a figure o' the wind than a woman. "Does our task trouble you, Half-Sight?" She asked, her voice too came like something out o' the wind. His eyes draped over the other assembled Creoth. A couple of 'em had decent names, more'n likely just earnt 'em the days past by having a decent sword arm too. More'n a couple looked better suited to picking out the dead, 'stead of turning men into 'em. Brulk had a terrible feeling that might be half the issue with the task. Picking out dead men.
"You still show little faith in our cause, Brulk." She padded across him, leaving no option for him to avoid her eyes. "Truly, for someone your chief holds in regard you show little promise as one of the faithful."
"More one standing by the chief, 'stead o' doing the bidding o' those I dont understand." He replied, shrugging his heafy shoulders impassively.
Lesburr looked at him, her eyes soft but he felt 'em piercing like a hawk's talon. He let out a faint sigh, and smiled. "You say the words, but do you act them?"
Brulk felt his nose curl, aswell as his eyes narrow. "More'n most o' the lads you brought along with us, aye."
She didn't flinch, that same smile settled upon her face. She had a look to her eyes, something more than disagreement. Could have been disappointment, but more likely some sort o' hate. He shook his head. "Perhaps soon." She said, padding her feet softly away from him. It didn't take her long to disappear from sight once more.
Brulk was left propped beside the tree, his jaw jutting and a frown cast across his face. Half-Teeth piped up from across the campfire. "Careful o' the winds, Chief. Don't want 'em changing and you stuck lookin' like some half-wit." He gave a laugh, and got a chuckle from Khelem and Mulk for his efforts.
"Why is it.." Muttered Brulk, reaching up to rub his earlobe between thumb and forefinger. "That I always end up with the fool jobs?"
