Sawtooth Spire I'm giving you gold here, people.

He was oblivious to his father's wishes, and even his mother's. He wanted food and sleep and food and sleep and to simply continue his cycle of existence. The warmth was close again and instinctively, he wriggled closer now, but was interrupted by the presence of another, smaller source of warmth. That was good, too and his small body struggled to turn and get closer to the presence of Sitamat. Unknown to them, their mother was quite close and would tend to them all soon enough.