Bost nodded as the half-giant spoke. He moved back to the wall and finding hand holds, began to climb to the roof.
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Bost stood silently, his gaze focused on the ground in front of him as the templar spoke. He had spent most of his life in the presence of templars, and even though he was now free, they still made him nervous. So he stood, silently, head down, arms behind his back, one hand holding the opposite wrist until the templar's attention turned to something else. At least his eyes were somewhat shielded from the blazing sun overhead, unlike his head. 'A hat. Maybe I'll buy a hat' he thought. Eventually, he took a step forward. Then two. Before he realized it, one hand was running over the rough bricks that made up the warehouse. He appreciated the effort involved with each brick his hand passed over, until he came to the large crack in the wall. "It would have taken some force to damage the wall..." he thought to himself. His head turned and glanced over his shoulder, seeing the 11 foot tall half-giant. "...or one of them." |