Zulketev was sporting white hair today, as he did most days. His icy blue eyes fell upon the gnome's dropped assortment of items. Wilderness supplies... You humans always need so much... Zulketev cuts off as his vision sweeps over those assembled. His old chiding nature was poking through again. It was so hard to change old habits. But did Nature really need to change? Those in the world had always inevitably yielded to Nature, given time. But it had been years since joining with this assorted lot, most of whom were not human. The Kargat attracted the most interesting individuals...
...It just seems a bit much, is all. It will feel good to stride through a forest floor once again. He set down the few supplies he was helping to carry, and reached his long, slender arm out to pat the head of the black and tan hound that had followed him, keeping her from sniffing too long at the supplies on the floor. Dagger was such a faithful mutt, if a little overly obsessed with food.
