Ouroboros Spine let me guess, someone stole your sweet-roll

murgash couldn't promise he'd remember the directions damien gave. not because they weren't clear (they were) but because he tended to forget important facts and remember the useless ones. he nodded appreciatively, his brow scrunched as he tried to securely store the directions mentally. all for naught, i'm afraid.

he'd be happy to oblige any brother with whatever information he had - even if it came at the cost of making big stripey boss angry. "o yes, it's be a pack. beeg wolf runs it, stripey and grumpee. also leetle laydee, also grumpee all de toime. not egzactly friend-lee toiypes, though oi loikes dem. it's on the coast, all stones and stuff - ye would knows it when ye sees it." with that he offered a goofy grin and a stupid bow. "ye comes en foinds me enny toimes if ye needs somethin'. vale, damien." he finished the bow with a flourish and turned around, starting the first leg on his long journey home.