Silence stretched on heavy in the air as Korthak marches beside the horse youre sitting on, his footsteps heavy in the snow. He shoots you an occasional side glance, faces scrunching up slightly as if he has something he wants to ask but isn't sure how to. "...The horse...Is good for sore feet, yeah?" He finally gruffs out in broken English, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
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11/09/2024
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11/09/2024