[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Barnabas ate the last scraps of his meat, wishing he could hunt for more.



"Peace would be good, but who knows how long it would last even if it came about between our people." He chewed a bit, cleansing the last bits of taste. "I don't see it truly, but back to the way things were, except with more... Respect. Respect for my people, I would wish. Failing that, discovering the survival of my family."