Otter Creek i hate everything about you

this really was a job for a fellahin, but charles was tense and his energy skittish. tavina entered the water after him and if allowed, began to drip it over his right shoulder. "you know him?" she asked curiously. that his name had spread was not surprising. he was infamous if not evil.

the bath would be quick. she meant it for both of them. "go and rest, charles," the sesh invited. "i will send a meal to your den."

maybe in the morning he might find new footing.

unless ramesses called for him in the night.