Sawtooth Spire into a fly

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The old crone allowed her gaze to rove over his worn features, and when he asked after her name she offered it without reproach in her tone. "Pallas." She scanned the frayed edge of his lip, which was rimed with flecks of blood.

Same as last time, he offered a show of his groin to her. She unabashedly studied the offering, a somewhat thin smile marring her muzzle. "Can I get it in a different size?" She once more rudely assessed it, a smirk playing ever so faintly on her lips.

She wouldn't wait for recourse though - he could follow her, but the old bat was leaving. With the same ever present limp to her step she turned, gave him one last look, and stalked into the wilds once more.