Lion Head Mesa and the rights that they abused

qiao needed no second invitation.

she swiftly stole past the shadow in the door, turning around at once to take crowfeather in full.

he was not easily taken in: his frame was bent, and he walked in the protective posture of a wolf owned by pain.

like lady ruenna.

germanicus, my lord. qiao answered at length, once she was sure no servants lingered within ear shot. he has entrusted me with a message to you -- that he is terribly sorry. there have been events that have transpired in the keep that delay his visitation. he wished for me to inform you he thinks of you often, and that he plans to visit as soon as he is able.