[ Damn. Bariyan whistles, impressed by the fact that there's a bed at all. Then he spends a few minutes contemplating the fact that Koltira had spent days wandering the snow in a miserable, bloodthirsty rage, clawed his face open, recovered, and came straight back to this quiet, secluded cabin to pick up on some unfinished woodwork -- and that was it. As if nothing had happened. As if nothing were wrong.
Bariyan drops his pack, sets his axe down against the wall, and begins the slow process of shedding his armor. It doesn't seem that he'll be needing it after all.
When he's done, he walks back into the main room and keeps walking around it, running his hands along the walls, observing. He doesn't say anything. Bariyan's just about exhausted himself of conversation topics. ]
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Bariyan drops his pack, sets his axe down against the wall, and begins the slow process of shedding his armor. It doesn't seem that he'll be needing it after all.
When he's done, he walks back into the main room and keeps walking around it, running his hands along the walls, observing. He doesn't say anything. Bariyan's just about exhausted himself of conversation topics. ]