#grimdarknestales

[therxtking]

The skink priest sighs as he approaches the rat and stretches his hand. "It's okay if I pet?"

He did not know what this thing was or where it came from but it was strange and it did not belong in his caves... Especially not with him so vulnerable. Inside and out...

The rat snaps his teeth with a warning hiss when they make themselves known, sizing them up by twitching his whiskers... But he was so alone. And with Sulfur gone, no one. No one. To be kind to him... Gordon doesn't speak, for fear of sounding too melancholy or desperate. He merely bows his head and makes his posture smaller. And hoped he didn't get hurt for it. He couldn't take anymore of that today...