Grak lowered his head in acknowledgement, and turned away. Kaj started stripping away her furs. She tightened the ties on her body armor, adjusted her pauldrons, and readjusted her war skirt so it was no longer quite so personal. She tied her hair back with a strip of leather.
A chill down her spine was the only warning before lightning struck. Heat flashed across her back a split second before thunder crashed through to her bones. Her hands felt frozen, halfway between her hair and her weapons.
The smell hit her first, the odor of seared meat churned into nausea in her gut. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder.
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