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On The Road To Nowhere: The Beginning
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Liath smiled around a mouthful of meat as Tatyana took her place next to him. He did not speak, content simply to watch and listen to those around him. When he had something worth saying he would say it, but he had never been one for engaging in idle banter.

He found it amusing however that he had recently caught himself speaking his thoughts aloud as he walked with only Stràcair for company. He glanced over at the wolf, which had returned to gnawing on the bones he had tossed it. He could see the firelight glinting in it's eyes as it glanced up sharply and looked across the camp.

Stràcair stared intently into the woods at the far side of the campsite for a few moments, and then apparently satisfied there was nothing there, lowered his head once more. Turning his gaze back to his other companions Liath chewed thoughtfully as he listened to Matthias tale of royal debauchery and the brief discussion afterwards. As Matthias left the circle, he nodded in response to the compliment about the meal. "Thank ye. And thank ye for the tale also." he said as he cleaned his plate before laying it to his side. Pulling free some blades of grass from the ground, he used them to wipe the juices from his knife before he stretched his arm towards the fire, holding the blade of his knife within the flames for a few moments. Satisfied it was now cleansed, he returned it to it's place on his belt. As he sat back, he turned towards Tatyana. "Ah dinnae think ye should belittle yerself in such a fashion M'Lady. Around this fire we are all equals. Nae one o' us is greater or more worthy than another." He smiled, his face seeming to become less like carved rock in the warmth of the firelight. "And as for meeting a giant? Mayhap some evening ah will tell ye the tale o' a real giant."
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