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Bekr

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10.39 YN
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10.39 YN Nailren was in a good humor as he stirred the pot. One of the two Gnolls, a former ‘Silver-ranker’ named Bekr, just growled.
10.39 YN Bekr was instantly upset by the notion of the seafood, which made Nailren snort and toss some of the empty shells at him.
10.39 YN Bekr bristled and growled as some of the other Gnolls hauling the Corusdeer over laughed.
10.39 YN Nailren nodded, and the other Gnolls squatted down. Half of them seemed like they were getting a bit homesick, like Bekr clearly was, while the other half had Nailren’s excitement.
10.39 YN The Gnolls glanced at each other. Bekr folded his arms, preemptively sulking because he could tell he was going to be outvoted.
10.39 YN “We’ll have to resupply at that poofball city sometime. Either that or we go far enough to run into the Drowned Folk or half-Elves on the other side. Bekr, milk?”
10.39 YN The Gnoll got up and trudged over to an animal grazing on some of the tall, pale yellow grass that seemed to be delicious to them. Bekr fished out a pail and began to milk a cow. Though cow wasn’t the right word; this wasn’t one of the docile creatures that lived all their lives in pens in Drake lands. This was a Longstalker’s Fang heifer, a smaller and more compact cow with orangey fur and horns known as Plainsfollower Cattle. Shebites was her name—well, nickname. Ordinary, mundane in the Great Plains—
10.39 YN She had a saddle on her back, and Bekr rode her around. She wasn’t as fast as the horses, but it was free milk thanks to one of his Skills.
10.39 YN Shebites continued grazing and let Bekr get away with a fresh pail of milk, which he jogged over to Nailren.
10.39 YN Everyone liked the clam chowder, including Bekr, who had four bowls. He lay on the ground, refusing to get up, even when Kelthe nudged him with a toe.
10.39 YN “Bekr.”
10.39 YN “Bekr, [Shamans] help me, get up and help or I’ll have Shebites sit on you.”
10.39 YN “True…I’ve gotten more selling some of the things I’ve killed to local [Alchemists] or [Traders] than the meat. Everyone’s convinced every bird, fish, or whatever’s the next Sage’s Grass. Okay, time to wash up. Who will help me clean the dishes? Bekr? Bekr.”
10.39 YN “True…I’ve gotten more selling some of the things I’ve killed to local [Alchemists] or [Traders] than the meat. Everyone’s convinced every bird, fish, or whatever’s the next Sage’s Grass. Okay, time to wash up. Who will help me clean the dishes? Bekr? Bekr.”
10.39 YN “Must’ve smelled the Corusdeer. Cover up the rest with that de-scenting cloth, Bekr. Who’s got a cut we didn’t salt?”
10.39 YN Everyone agreed, and Bekr stroked at his chin hair.
10.39 YN “Bekr will be so upset…”
10.39 YN Bekr looked up from the clam chowder they were remaking.
10.39 YN It made Nailren kind of gloomy to think that was what was going on. He’d have to see a [Shaman] or [Thought Healer] about this. The other Gnolls looked at him sympathetically, and Bekr, who’d only joined Nailren’s team a few times, raised a piece of fish to his mouth.
10.39 YN Nailren was normally quiet about his past, but he was retired, and they were friends. He smiled ruefully, and Bekr hesitated.
10.39 YN Bekr wanted to know, and Nailren shrugged, again embarrassed.
10.39 YN One of the others had seen him go under and yanked him out of the water. The Gnoll spat water out, gasping, and crawled away from the lake. He whirled—and the female ghost was gone. But then the Gnoll felt his fur truly rising and saw Bekr was gazing in horror at him.
10.39 YN He’d heard [Ladies] did stuff like this, which was horrific if you considered children of fourteen doing this to each other. Nailren was more concerned when he was waiting for food and one of Bekr’s knifes slipped, nearly slashing open Nailren’s cheek.