Blackfeather Woods that fuzz on peaches blech

So there was a difference between them, then, thought Cicero. He supposed it was a good thing that Euron did not share his desire to experiment upon himself with his poisons, that he enjoyed suffering physical pain so much. He nodded at the statement about the weeping meadow.

It was peculiar but Cicero thought little of it. Children dreamed sometimes, wolves dreamed sometimes. He chuckled when Euron said he would not go to sleep anymore. "That is an impossible task," he reminded Euron; "One's body needs sleep, or one will become weak... And terrible at sneaking." He smirked briefly to emphasise his words -- surely Euron didn't want to become terrible at sneaking, regardless of whether he minded all else.