Redsand Canyon it's awfully groovy seeing all the treasure and the booty

[font=cambria] oh thank god -- val nearly exhaled heavily as nyra shifted, from grim baroness to something softer -- nearly maternal. his gaze averted swiftly, his bright pink tongue brought nervously across tense lips.

his name -- his business -- he knew both of these things. what the fuck was wrong with him? was he stupid? did he hit his head?

his throat cleared, and the voice that came out of it seemed so minuscule val nearly withered from shame. "val." he could do better than that. he wasn't a giant bitch, right? what the hell was his problem? he knew why he was here. why. couldn't. he. make. his. tongue. work?

"do you have room? for me, i mean? i can hunt, if you need me to do something in exchange or something."