Fishblight Mire Reptile

ofc!

a question to deflect. a nickname. merrick watched nails itch himself with an open curiosity at the other's casual movements. "yes," he finally muttered after a breath, gathering himself up to back playfully toward the woods. "call me cyclops and i'll give you entry to my kingdom."
one might call him dramatic, but it was a royal place, was it not? merrick prized every inch of ursus, and all those yet unexplored. he expected the same from those who followed him.
where might nails fall upon that scale?