Dragoncrest Cliffs Peppermint and apple pie

There was only so much bullshit he could handle in a conversation, and this was Vercingetorix we're talking about--King of the BS. He sighed, looking at Blixen and shaking his head. Nah, this one's no good. Drageda needed honesty, constancy. . .not this. . .whatever the fuck this was. At the end of the day, after all his joking, at least he cared.

I'll leave this one to you, Fleimkepa, he said, voice slightly wry but with an unmistakable note of apology to it. His eyes cut to Freesia. Good luck with. . . Well, just, good luck. The guardian laughed, his eyes skyward in bemusement once more as he padded away. Bye, Felicia.