Moonspear twelve carat toothache

She followed Keen inside, moving over to the left-hand wall, where the roots created shelves of sorts. She fetched the remains of a deer’s leg and very carefully turned to place it at Keen’s feet. There wasn’t much meat left on it, perhaps just enough for the two of them to enjoy a light breakfast. After setting it down, she reposed so it sat in between them.

Meerkat did not register the pun at first, musing, It’s definitely cozy and I personally like the smell of damp wood over damp rocks. Only then did the joke land and she snorted, saying, I just now got the joke, and shaking her head at herself.

Please, she said in the next moment, help yourself. And, well… I was a bit distracted when we met but I remember you mentioned being a historian, right? I’d love to hear a bit of your history, if you’re willing to share.

No worries!