Lion Head Mesa Everything is lit except my serotonin

Mmm. Snot. Quite the gross thing.

Akhtar held in the want to tighten his paw over his nose further. There was, perhaps, no hiding the bits of judgement in his face or his eyes, but he hummed all the same.

Quite correct. I am Akhtar, priest of Toth. He backed away from the door with a flippant flick of his feathered tail. An invitation, and a mental note to get this place spotless when the girl left. 

He would not be catching her “herbs” if he could help it.

What sort of questions do you have, Melody?