Thunder Dome i'm bad in the walls, asbestos

He found himself charmed, in an intoxicating kind of way.

A man his age, a warrior and a seer. Building something. Baudelaire could not help it if he wished to fawn.

A seer, hm? And is it presumptuous or silly to ask if you can see anything for me? His tone remained warm and light. Prepared to accept a rejection. He doubted these kinds of things worked on command.