Whispers on the Wind [Lloyd Part 2, Private]

And she was already badgering him about the spirits he'd summoned. He had hoped she'd remain asleep until morning and he'd have already unsummoned them by then. In his plans, she would have never even been aware of the spirits that followed him, but now she had seen both of them. Well there was no changing what had happened. He should have known something like this would happen. Something to cause him strife.

And in her questioning, she'd only given him two options. Either his friends, or spirits that clung to this place. Neither really fit. He wouldn't describe them as his friends. They were his fellow tribesmen whose spirits clung to him, the one survivor of his village's destruction. Maybe there were some spirits bound to this swamp, but these weren't them. They were bound to him.

"...Friends..." He answered with a sigh. It was the easiest way to tell her they were with him. Durumann put his hands together and placed them against the side of his face.

"Awww, you consider me your friend!?" Durumann called out teasingly, pretending to take that as a heartfelt confession of friendship.

"Shut up." Xalmann answered in the Lizardfolk tongue. With a wave of his hand, the campfire was instantly extinguished, making the only light source the little ghostly fireball floating in the air.

With that done, he walked over to the side of the rock, preparing to climb down into the water once again.

---

Control Flames