Neverwinter Forest and i like making shit, and i like selling it

He said sorry for staring. That’s what Cupid assumed—or rather hoped— anyway. Yet he keeps on doing it. The corners of his mouth twitch and almost pull back into a snarl. He managed to keep his teeth hidden for now.

Sickos in the mountains, sickos on the coast, and they could still be roaming around here. Surrounded at all sides. Cupid wondered if they all crawled out from the saints domain. If that were the case, they were in much more danger than he initially thought.

In the mountains. I was gathering herbs when one of them attacked me. God fucking damnit. He dropped those herbs when he was running away. You couldn’t pay him a million dollars to get those back. What a waste of time.