Wheeling Gull Isle plaža

mm, hey-dah the bard drawled, his smile growing fonder at the memory of the wolfess.

aend ae aem, ah-bye-ooslee, heer vith aen offering. he reached under his tassels, and pulled out the sizeable red fish.

his head cocked to the side as his teeth held it by the tail. at no point did his elated mood abate, and now was shown in brown eyes squinted by good humour.

aend yeau are, frend?