Kraxus shrugged. "You'll wear it well. You'll kill many."
He wet his finger in the red paint, and gestured to Firyr. Firyr hesitated a second, but allowed it of him. A bold circle around his eye, Kraxus drew, and then brought it circling down the length of his cheek, and flourishing off just under his chin.
He nodded, pleased with his work.
"That's it? It's done?" Firyr said.
"Is done."
"How's it look?" Firyr said, looking to the rest of the Treeants. They never said all that much to him, not like Kraxus did, but they looked impressed. Firyr grinned, evidently happy with the reaction.
"What do you expect from today?" Kraxus asked Firyr.
