#【 cxncordia: ace. 】

[rclldamage]

Pain was a weakness that left the body. Dyron recited the mantra to himself as he took the bandage to his hand. Each wrap was slow and done with another line whispered to himself. His hands were not injured, not yet at least, but it paid to be prepared. Training yielded different results of which could never be predicted. Once his routine had been completed and his meditation ended, the wandering monk took in the sight of green flora about him and smiled. It was rare that one took in the beauty of the world. He was guilty of that. It was the reason he traveled and learned. One step closer to enlightenment with each worldly experience. His mentor would have been proud of him.

There was a pain that shot up his leg as he stood. An old injury that never properly healed, sat on for too long without movement. He winced, rubbing at the spot until the soreness started to subside into a dull ache that would eventually fade away completely. He moved around the camp, a slow pace, as he checked on the stew that had been warming over the open fire. Only there was movement that distracted him, his eyes darting upward and focused right on Ace among the greenery. Dyron’s gaze danced over the male’s form … noting while the male appeared human, his lower body betrayed him.

“You’re welcome to some food,” Dyson called. He walked around the fire, moving his pack closer to sit down and dip a bowl into the pot. Two filled and one sat aside for the satyr. He hadn’t been sure if the male had tried to move unseen but he wasn’t about to make him feel embarrassed about it. “I’m afraid it’s simply a broth of wild vegetables I found. Enough to give energy,” he continued and pulled out his waterskin, full of rich wine and held it up. “For your thirst if you have one,” he said.

requested starter for @cxncordia. perception check roll: 17