Lion Head Mesa I'm so tired, sitting here waiting

the tower of redstone no longer seemed an untouchable paradise. someone had seen to it that the queen died gruesomely, and why wouldn't the next victim be him?

full-body shivers wracked him, his head was heavy with lack of good sleep, and the chihuahua ambled trough the halls as many others did, occasionally pausing to give a polite bark-howl of sorrowing.

the mazoi was a blur nearly blended with the walls until she was a few feet away from him, when gucci raised his head and offered a weak smile to the guardswoman.

"g'day, soldier. did ah ever thank ya fer escortin' me?