Lion Head Mesa freshly brewed misery

a thick accent.

once more she thought of their dear neb, gucci. even though the skeleton of a woman's accent was not that of their beloved noble.

you must stay with me, hm? it is the best way to keep you warm and safe here. she ushered the small thing closer, so that treva may escort it to her own personal chambers. smitten with the little thing!

do you have a name?

a fellahin scurried off to prepare her chambers for hosting.