[ Faster than most, but certainly slower than Rorik would like. It's only been a day, and already this blasted itching feels like a special sort of torture, meant to slowly drive him out of his mind.
He gives a roll of his shoulders when the scratching stops - he's alright for the moment, so at least there's no sulking about it, but it's only a matter of time before it starts up again. ]
Rorik. Thank you for your help, Zack. [ He'll accept that offered hand, though his own most certainly dwarfs it. ] Long before, technically speaking. I have always looked like this. It is only the feathers which are new.
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He gives a roll of his shoulders when the scratching stops - he's alright for the moment, so at least there's no sulking about it, but it's only a matter of time before it starts up again. ]
Rorik. Thank you for your help, Zack. [ He'll accept that offered hand, though his own most certainly dwarfs it. ] Long before, technically speaking. I have always looked like this. It is only the feathers which are new.