Wheeling Gull Isle the beatings will continue until morale improves

but she did not! armed with the desperate fury that drives one into madness, the countess leapt again at ferahgo, intending to score across his muzzle the lasting sort of wound he had granted her. though more delicate than her ruffian of a captain, erzsébet snapped at any sort of flesh she might contact, fully venting now the measure of her frustration and sorrow and fear upon him, her snarls resounding in the tight air roundabout them.