Sawtooth Spire Sanctuary's Still Safe

refusal to go to bed, therefore posts

Billy Goat Gruff? Huh, that was a new one on her, the real meanings behind it long lost on her. She really didn't look anything like a goat, but wasn't about to dispute the common tongue nickname system. Besides, it sounded a little better than Shit For Brains.

But before she could open her mouth and remark about how she was more bone than anything, Iqniq was going and changing the subject on them. Naturally, if there's a television anywhere within an area, the man of the household must be in control of the remote. Possibly because none of the women really want to clean up the blood from bashing him for it.

She rounded back to them a bit, vocalizing nonsense to the proposed plan. No qualms with it — they really did need to cut down on wherever Tonravik had decided to go wee wee all the way home. "What game have you seen up here, Iqniq?" she queried. Other than some of the smaller fares she had pursued, Echelon hadn't gone searching for something a little more sustaining.