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Did she? I don't remember. There was a lot happening.
Maybe. I think it's all connected somehow. But we didn't take anything. We didn't touch the bread, Zivka didn't have any water. Maybe it didn't work? Maybe that's how it works?
I don't know
I don't know either!
Does anyone know?
Hah! Does anyone *ever* know?
Martik bites off a laugh. Shakes his head. Yawns. Mutters that all this magic stuff is weird as all get-- oh hold still, starvoice, there's a reavefox puttering about behind you. He underhands half a ration biscuit to the skittering little creature and it nibbles a few bites. Stares at the pair with its enormous green eyes. They always seem to big for such a small frame. Martik yawns again. The reavefox lets out a small warble and bounces around. Fast and tiny.
They're small things, and ferocious stealers of unattended shiny objects. Absolute curse on unattended storehouses and wagons. They gather shiny things in their nests, for mating displays. Belt buckles, buttons, replacement flints, whetstones, coins. Commander Isenfrii has a long fought grudge-match with the twitch little things and never misses his chance to try to frighten them off with a shot or a shout. But they always come back. They don't know fear, not really, they're far too curious for that. Martik tosses it a coin and it hustles away into the dawning darkness, shiny bit secured.
Laughs. Well. At least someone out there is happy and got something to show for the day. All you can ask for, really.
