Blackbeak Bluff a heart is a knife in disguise

Sorrow had become a gaurantee. It was as though no matter what she did, Kalika was trapped in an inescapable cycle of melancholy emotion, though she'd become much less aware of the toll it truly took. She sauntered along the coast humming her song under her breath — this had become a bit of a routine for the young harlot — when she scented another. Looking around, she hesitated to continue but followed the path to another, walking in the opposite direction as she. Hello, she barked as she drew in closer.