Dragoncrest Cliffs for all the sacred selfless days

lafayette was convincing enough. you bedder not be lyin', cheri scoffs, hiding her sniveling behind a brush of her wrist over her face. finders keebers. she hesitantly shuffles away, hissing under her breath over the soreness under her foreleg. where we put it? she asks, gaze softening somewhat beneath his cool, assured countenance. i'on' wan' nobubby findin' it.