[ Joel might not be much of a talker, but the man does have ears. Once his knife and sparse makeshift weapons have been returned to him, and once he's wearing a little more than the rags they'd been forced into at the Gallows, getting rid of the brand becomes his priority. Better not to show any signs of being marked, better not to stand out from the crowd, especially one hellbent on rounding them up to spend an eternity rotting in a cell.
And so he goes hunting for a Badaliscus, whose skin should help to remove the brand in time.
He remembers seeing a couple of these fellas back out in the Shadowlands, eager to chomp into newly awakened Restless, some new nightmarish creature to add to the slew of nightmarish creatures he'd encountered even when he was alive.
Now he and Felix, banded together by their enthusiasm for hunting (or just ... not wasting resources) are momentarily camped by a swampy body of water, hidden in the tall, lush environment, and crouched behind dry grasses and a boulder covered in fuzzy moss. Joel watches a Badaliscus leisurely wading through the murky water, its sharp teeth gleaming against the reflection of the light of the day, its eyes ink-black and beady, blind to the presence of its predators only some paces away.
If all goes well, this ... shouldn't be too difficult. ]
a lil hunting wildcard — post-jailbreak;
And so he goes hunting for a Badaliscus, whose skin should help to remove the brand in time.
He remembers seeing a couple of these fellas back out in the Shadowlands, eager to chomp into newly awakened Restless, some new nightmarish creature to add to the slew of nightmarish creatures he'd encountered even when he was alive.
Now he and Felix, banded together by their enthusiasm for hunting (or just ... not wasting resources) are momentarily camped by a swampy body of water, hidden in the tall, lush environment, and crouched behind dry grasses and a boulder covered in fuzzy moss. Joel watches a Badaliscus leisurely wading through the murky water, its sharp teeth gleaming against the reflection of the light of the day, its eyes ink-black and beady, blind to the presence of its predators only some paces away.
If all goes well, this ... shouldn't be too difficult. ]