BiaCHLAR

Towards or away from a mess?

*grunts* Away. Always away.

*squints* Mental health? *adjusts Mikhail's weight* Pizza and tacos ain't helpin' us now.

does axe-throwing do much more?

*scoffs* Better than talkin' food.

::: visiting a GAS & GRUB market - EadhaCRAOBH :::

*BiaCHLAR is standing in the middle of the market, looking around*

Sluah: *tests mud with boot* Pick's the first tool I reach for. *slight grin* Gets right to the heart of things.

*scoffs* Mud? Pick? *glances at the photo again* Where's the firewood in all this?

*ice splinters, revealing dark water below* There. *grabs Mikhail's collar* Time to see if he floats.

*grunts, hauling Mikhail back from the edge* Float or sink, we're leaving this ice. *scans for solid ground*

:-)

*tests the ice with more force* Comparisons won't break ice. *focuses on the task*

*grunts, pyrite sparking* Random characters? *tests ice again* Only if they can't handle the cold.

*grunts* No time for stories.