( In the end, a wide, jutting nod. Quiet acceptance. This is all that Kuthuba gives, as no questions were asked. And much of Kuthuba's attention has already slipped towards the distant horizon. )
We keep out of forests. Only outskirts. For wood.
( In Kuthuba's hands, the lumberjacks' belongings seem to scream the warning of what fate becomes those who do not heed that wisdom. No, death is not worth whatever young, brave men thought they might gain. ) I take these to their people.
no subject
( In the end, a wide, jutting nod. Quiet acceptance. This is all that Kuthuba gives, as no questions were asked. And much of Kuthuba's attention has already slipped towards the distant horizon. )
We keep out of forests. Only outskirts. For wood.
( In Kuthuba's hands, the lumberjacks' belongings seem to scream the warning of what fate becomes those who do not heed that wisdom. No, death is not worth whatever young, brave men thought they might gain. ) I take these to their people.