Marching on

The journey continuing, Erik fell to his usual place at the back, once more left to his thoughts as Dyvia left him to bother Tiella once more.
What had happened during that battle, he had died for sure, but all that remained of the mortal wound was an off colored scar. Touching it gave no cryptic flashback or even a better understanding.
He had been awake when he died as well, not like his fight against Orom, which had given him a disturbing glimpse at what his body had done.
While floating in his mind, he remembered hearing something, a voice perhaps?
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Kespin followed the witch eagerly, being this close was an opportunity he could not miss. Fingering a metal shard, he stepped even closer and spoke.
"Did you skin the animal that drapes your shoulders by hand? Or wait for the hide to slide off the road and flesh?"
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Dyvia was near the front of their merry crew, not her preffered spot, she rather liked hanging back with Erik. Her reason was in waiting for another chance to look at the ever mysterious blade. She had barely finished reading the runes on its blade before their latest battle and was eager to learn more about it.
Currently however, Tiella and Balar were in conversation with the witch and Dyvia was not wanting to distract them from gaining any useful knowledge.