The Ursk rolls his eyes slightly at the verbose humans but, realizing things are heading in the right direction, he walks outside to wait. As he waits, he takes the opportunity to pick up some dirt and rub it back and forth in his hands, soaking up the blood from his scalp wound and modestly cleaning his hands. His head remains a bloody mess but that won't interfere with swinging an axe, and this swim would likely wash most of it off anyway.
Remembering Eva's comment about the priority of their other task, he grunts a littl in surprise. Strange times when I find myself agreeing with the thing. I wonder what it's playing at. Better keep an eye on it in the caves.
Remembering Eva's comment about the priority of their other task, he grunts a littl in surprise. Strange times when I find myself agreeing with the thing. I wonder what it's playing at. Better keep an eye on it in the caves.
