Lion Head Mesa but i won't do that

You and me both, Vasya thought, but did not say, at Tavina's remarks. They finally made their way down to the water, where the healer began to dig in the reeds, looking for. . .well, whatever the fuck a healer needed down here. He'd assumed it was water, but maybe it was herbs.

I help? Vasiliy asked, cocking his head. 

Probably a mistake. But expediting the task would get him out of here sooner, and back to the wine—

Oh, that sweet wine. The last dose was already kicking in, and if he didn't reload soon, he would be asleep on his paws. The struggle was real, folks.