"No!" It was Rickart. It would be him. All the anger, frustration, and loss. It should be Sidric. But, no. All was left of the Quickfall party was Rickart. Not, until they took the parasitic beast, and find out if they could recover; and the half-dead Darwyn, with Erin. They failed
Ned wasn't sure if what would happen to Sidric knowing that he was the one who did the smashing.
Poor, Keesha. Eyes popped out its socket, tongue sticking out, saliva drooling, and skull burst open. A tiny white lump of meat was obscured by the fiery orange dancing in the middle of the settlement.
