Deepwood Weald i kissed a frog at midnight so he sang me a lullaby

Marruz's orbs glinted. Whatever emotion it was, however, did not breach his features. He stood stonily and grunted as the male before him visibly assessed his composition.

"Lucky for you there are more things to worry about here," his nose twitched impassively, despite the ominous words. As though such feelings had not transpired, he turned and tipped his crown towards the night sky. "Care to join me in a little stargazing?"