Wheeling Gull Isle moubeda

Etienne looked at the older male and gave him a sad smile. You s'ould probably come wit' me when I leave Mr. Caracal. It's. It's not good. Granme don't let us 'elp in de 'ealing den too much, but I 'elped at teh borders.

he thought of Quen without a tail now and the scour marks on the side of Swordfish. The smell of infection and pus. He wrinkled his nose. He nodded his head at Ms. Heda.

T'ank you Miss. 'eda.