Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190905051412/@comment-33229352-20190909023846

Ishmael stepped into the cave. Surprisingly, nothing jumped out to kill him. Instead, the interior was more spacious than it seemed on the outside. There was enough room for the three of them to fit comfortably, despite the Hyena's hulking size. The Masked One was sitting crosslegged on a bedroll laid out on the floor. He held his head low, as if he didn't want to look at them. In the far corner, a large battle-axe leaned against the wall, the old Hyena's weapon of choice.

Ishmael, suddenly unsure of himself, lingered at the entrance.