Dragoncrest Cliffs Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs

Wi, manman, said Sobo as he was shepherded back to the den. He was most interested in peeling off the mud to see the sting underneath, but he was also tired. Erzulie’s suggestion of a nap was perfect. When they arrived home, he curled up and fell asleep without realizing his leg was still covered in dried mud and they had never peeled it off at all.