[Sea of Grass] I Want a Roast Outta This (Sama'el)

[Ethan]

Book marked for Sama'el and Luke Lammergeier

[Luke Lammergeier]

90th Day of Summer, 511 A.V. Miles from Endrykas, early morning Luke missed the companionship of hunting. Riding out with your brothers to bring back dinner. Watching the skinned beast crackle and drip with grease. As it roasted on a spic. Nothing tasted sweeter than your own kill. He had missed hunting, but this seemed more like a suicide. Keetah, a healthy strong spirited mare. Could only travel half the speed of Sama'el's strider. And Glassbeak's were faster than his horse. It wasn't a good situation. Anyone could see that, but he had to do something.. Staying inside the safety of a city. Did not suit him. Not having a gang of men around. Suited him even less, but he couldn't help that. Luke needed to explore the Sea of Grass. To hunt, raid, scout or kill. He had to do something. Before he got rusty or lost the stomach for a fight. Laying around, only got him lice and flea's. ”What kind of game do you usually get out here?” Said Luke. Eyes always moving, always searching. Trying to pick out shadows and shapes from the tall sweeping grass. ”or should I be asking. What usually hunts you out here.” He couldn't see anything in the distance but he kept his voice low. His hands fiddled and checked the string of his long bow. He had an annoying habit of examining the fletching of each arrow, but he was too anxious for that. His leather armor was also given a fresh rubbing of oil before they left that morning. Sword and shield were sharpened and checked with care. Fear always had a way to bring the practical side out of him.