Dragoncrest Cliffs married to the game

He gave Dacio a grimace at the opening remark, but wagged his tail in greeting nonetheless, letting himself relax an iota. The question, though, had him tensing up once more, and he fixed an astonished stare on the young man.

What's wrong? Vercingetorix rasped. He laughed without humor, shaking his head. What's wrong is we're living next to a band of fucking psychopaths. What's wrong is that I'm either going to have to raise my kids with the woman who ripped my throat open as my neighbor, OR I'm going to have to take Aure and the kids away and be forever marked as natrona.

That was about all he had left as far as diatribes went, as he cleared his throat, swallowing thickly. That's what's wrong, he explained, his voice now barely a whisper. God, this sucks, bro. And I don't mean to take it out on you, just. . . He hung his head with a sigh, keeping it there for a moment before carrying on with his pacing, jerking his chin in invitation.

Right. Like Dacio wanted to hang with his salty ass.