"Of course, I am glad you were able to hear this story from me." The Shaman calmed his new friend. He pulled a brass jug of water, willing a small cup. Handing the cup, he wrapped his hairy arms around her. "Some members of the village blame Blake's actions as the cause of our struggles. Striker was especially distraught with the whole affair. He hates humans for selfishly continuing the battle, after Blake was executed. I'm sure if you apologize to him, the two of you can begin to heal. The Shaman nudges her cheek with his own. He was a spiritual man, healing the soul was his job.
"You two have a lot in common. Both lost someone dear, and hate the other for the wrong reasons. As you heal with him, I'm sure a budding romance might form." He left her side to give her some air. "Do you need anything else, my child?"
"You two have a lot in common. Both lost someone dear, and hate the other for the wrong reasons. As you heal with him, I'm sure a budding romance might form." He left her side to give her some air. "Do you need anything else, my child?"