Lion Head Mesa Wet Hands

ofc! <3

those bright green eyes ran cold with nightfire to hear such a request made casually.

senmut regarded this woman with a mien of arms crossed before him; he surveyed her in utter silence, gaze demanding an explanation. "where you stand, these notions are not tolerated," the red prince told her, lazily signalling the dark figure at his back.

"in what do you make your trade, wanderer?"