Mourning the Dead (Part 1)

"Do you really need to show off so much?" Brina giggled while sweeping her golden hair behind the ear and exposing her slender neck. "Everyone knows that you're with the Verhens, that's just overkill."

She tapped on the insignia on his shoulder, making Nalrond inwardly curse at Rena again and at himself for his naivety. Communication amulets were common tools in any tribe of Werepeople, but in the rest of Mogar, they were the mark of big money.

"It's not about showing off." Even though his skin was bronze, Nalrond managed to blush.

"I left the Blood Desert after the death of my whole village. I'll never forget seeing their runes disappear one after the other until my amulet was back to be a clean slate. Ever since I got a new family, I've never put it away because it allows me to check on them."

He pointed at the various communication rune engraved on the silver.