I fear it and so I live where it can not harm me. Do not look into the eyes of the beast, lest you become a beast as well, and do not stare into the abyss or the abyss will stare also into you.
He smiled to himself and then handed me a dull silver flask that stank of long too soured Torbite skins. I tried not to vomit in my mouth and gave him a weak smile.
"It goes down a lot like water this stuff does." His assistant took the offer and raised the dinged up flask above his mouth and took a long draught. He let out a sigh of contentment as he lowered it and replaced it within his underpocket. 1: an underpocket being the skin pouch he possessed under his left arm, there it goes to say that he had one of such pouches under each of his arms. A characteristic found in the dwellers of the 4th level. Seeing this always made me gag a tiny bit and part of me knows he does it just because he knows I hate it. I glowered at his back as we trodged off in the search of..."What was it we're looking for again?" I asked the hunter.
"..." silence.
"Hunter?" I tried to get his attention thinking perhaps he didn't hear me over the foul hot wind.
"......" again, silence.
I walked up closer, trudging up the sandy dune to his side."
"Hunter, I was wondering..." I was cut short. He turned sharply to face me, his hard, muscular, weathered face looked at me and his dark hazel eyes said everything. I put my head down and let him move forward a couple yards before again following in line as we made our way through nowhere to get to where Hunter needed to be, but not even he knew where it was or how to traverse the nothing, or if this place he searched for even existed. This was all a bargain, we knew that when he asked us if we would come, and damned if I was going to miss an adventure like this, There's no way to know where we'll end up. Dead most like, Dried up like carrion jerky no doubt but even if it means it's my last adventure I'm so glad I get to die beside him doing what we both love most.
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