The Wrean raised an eyebrow. Crow's age was indeterminable from his perspective so he just went with it. Seemed fit enough to Nakoa. He kinda just shrugged.
"Yes. I have other areas of interest." There was a pause, during which Nakoa blinked. "But for work? No. It's challenging." He tried to eat a piece of jerky from a ration pouch but his still-semi-numb fingers betrayed him and it fell to the floor. Singh mourned this monumental loss in silence.
"If we're damned either way, may as well make barbeque. Yes?" He chuckled at his own choice of words and carried on walking. Somewhere out in the night, animals howled and nocturnal birds called out, but there didn't seem to be any obvious sign of more hostile beasts. So far.
Along the way, Nakoa stopped to retrieve the other two Vornskyr corpses for reasons he failed to explain. The furs might make a nice something-or-other for someone. Yet he did find the time to ask crow, "Want one?" with no context whatsoever.
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