Dahozhoni Meadow blood and wine

Excuuuse you, Tavina! Came the faux-offended tone of the priest, who raised his head with a pout.

I could give em the old one-two! He let his head flop to the ground all over again.

I just don’t want to. He rolled to his side, tucking a paw beneath his chest as he looked at the sesh.

It is very lovely. Were I a man to claim a place, I would want it to look as this. Of course, that will never happen. Not in this lifetime. That had been taken from him long ago.

I hope there are no residents already. The last thing we need is those princely fools getting it in their heads to kill them all and present their pelts to Toula as a contest. Nevermind the barbarism of it all, even Akhtar would conspire against them in that front. The thought made his spine prickle.