Dragoncrest Cliffs i love the sensual

quennell's arrival might have been a warning sign, perhaps.

his lungs forced air out as quickly as they sucked it in. a baby's screams of welcoming the world. or rather fighting against the world. so suddenly thrust into a new environment.

at least he could have a pirate's fill of drunkening milk.

soon his cries would be silenced, making a mess of his first sips. guzzling as much as he could handle before he promptly passed out in his messy indulgence.