Grak spotted pale skin amongst the various shades of green and made his way to Kajivar’s side. Her hair splayed on the rock behind her in a drying fall of rust red that darkened to brown closer to her head. At some point, she had clearly lightened her hair, and he wished he could remember the significance of that. He was sure it was part of the puzzle that was Kajivar.
He caught himself before he could fall further into the old orc’s thinking. If the warrior was a puzzle, he most firmly did not want to solve it. That way likely lay complete madness, if her behavior up to that point were any indicator.
Yet he submerged himself in the pool beside her, and said nothing.
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