Silani didn’t know what he did to be granted such a gift. His son, Average Joe. Look at him beam with delight, soaking in the harsh rays of the sun as if it was nothing, smiling and making all around him smile and laugh. Yes… his other “son” performs too, but it’s more from the performance, not from just… being.
Today was amazing, Average Joe seemed to work just from instinct as he guided them to the kill. And somehow he knew that it would be sleeping, and unaware of the approach. It was as if Tiamat herself was guiding him.
Silani watched Nesyassa bark out commands has if she ran this tribe, an abomination is what she is, standing for all that is evil in this world. One day she will turn on us, mark my words. But for now, he will help, for the tribe.
Average Joe slapped Oni on the back. Gleaming in good humor as usual. “Did you finish milking her for all she’s got!?” and then he laughed, and laughed.
“You should be helping.”
“I am! Because of me we will have food for months!” Oni rolled his eyes again, “I shall get another tattoo for this one! A bigger and brighter one, to match the occasion! I will get it right here on my arm… or wait, I thought that spot was empty… ok then I will get it right here!”
Oni thought his brother was strange, and this just solidified the opinion. “You do what you need to, for now, get out of my way I am helping mother, you do remember you have one right?”