Mrk'grsh'traklar (Mark)

It was quiet and calm, everything as usual. Alfred lay on his bed and listened to any sounds, because without sight, the world began to be perceived completely differently. Any sounds were easily caught. Especially considering how quiet it usually is here. Mrk'grsh'traklar quietly entered the room and approached the guy lying on the bed, which did not go unnoticed

• Huh? Who's there? - Alfred rose to a sitting position, expecting an answer, but got something completely different from what he wanted... he was gently kissed on the cheek, leaving that spot pleasantly tingling from surprise. The hunter's cheeks immediately turned slightly red and he didn't even know what to say to that. His heart started beating a little faster, in particular, because he smelled... The smell of a forge and dust, from which it became clear who was in the room besides him