Morningside Cuesta ouska

Etienne felt like a beaten dog. No lower than a rat, nay lower than fleas on rats, no lower than amoebas on fleas on rats (heh call back to one of my faves)

He shifted and looked at Fiona. Anselm is rite. Wut is de point. Rite now 'eda and druid need food and rest. Glaukos can wait. I do not tink 'e will return rite away. For now let us simply focus on de nursin' modders and deir babies. De rest we will face wen it be comin'

Etienne had no more to say. He shook his head and with a deeply downtrodden expression went to the right in search of food as promised. He would hunt until his body was too tired to think.

exit unless called back :)