Blackfeather Woods They will make you an exhibit

He drowned out the adult conversation for a time, content to break wooden splinters into his jaws and savour their earthy flavour, but when Cicero asked Argent about his old home, the dwarf perked up. His wide ears pressed up and he turned his gaze back to the adults, still gnawing from the side of his mouth but intent on listening. Ramsay was curious about the outside world ever since meeting with Indra. Argent wasn't nearly as striking in appearance as she was, with the shadows obscuring the colour in his mask, but he was from elsewhere. Ramsay liked stories about elsewhere, so he settled in to listen with a thin thread of drool hanging from his lips.