"Then you stay outside at your own risk, no one will come to your aid should you have an encounter with enemy threats," he spoke far more calmly to Parven and then turned to Greklith, "the same goes for you, it is pleasing to see you taking responsibility."
He couldn't prevent himself from seeing her uncovered flesh, but he saw nothing that interested him...besides, the night of their ancestors were coming up and he would gain reprieve then.
More Forsworn had filtered into the cave, men and women, all armed and dangerous - they had no hag matriarch here, but were led by the shaman who stood beside the entrance, holding a large, gnarled staff and with her face covered in blood and war paint. She looked positively fearsome, reflecting her hardline personality.