Neverwinter Forest kings of the weekend

Though the child had sampled a few toes in his time, there was something distinctly different in the taste that brushed upon his pallet. He could not pinpoint what exactly it tasted of, but at a later time he would know this taste as the dirt beyond the den. Though Eshe left the den, the taste was not as strong on her as was on his father. As the taste became old, and more so off putting than enjoyable, the child unlatched from his father with a slight scowl. His tongue snaked in and out of his mouth as he attempted to rid the earthy taste from his mouth, offering a unhappy coo as he attempted to free himself from the taste he had sampled.