Cerulean Cape raised hands

depraved.

she would require much work, he thought. God would take his time with this one.

the feast will be birds. fish. if we get blessed, something from the mainland. he did not forget how heda had pulled a grand fish. he bet this bear-dog would feast well upon something like that.

he found he rather enjoyed the mental image.

the private abode? i suppose it'll house what remains of you. your soul. it is a cave, dark and soothing with lulls from the sea. hidden from the eyes of God.

i would know.