Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
‘Forgive me, commander,’ Ilgast said, with a gruff laugh. ‘Healing wearies me. There is a Shake word to describe that sense, as of the myriad things in nature giving sudden and most fixed attention upon a person, and the uncanny shiver that comes of it.’ Calat nodded, eyes still on the fire. ‘Denul.’
