Kr’Thakk is a terror with a sabre from dawn to about an hour after dusk, but he’s never been much for the night missions. Relf finds him on a rock near the fire, blinking slowly.
“Thakk, you coming with? Dwarves this time. I’ve got 20 scullions says I come back with more beards than you.”
“No. Thanksssss.” Thakk shifts, swishes his tail, picks at a scale.
“C’mon. You can wear my coat.”
“Coats. Don’t help.”
They stare at each other. Thakk licks at the air.
“We’ve gotta come up with a solution for this cold-blooded thing.”
“Runs. In. The. Fam.”