Boartusk Heights vengaza es dulce

The woman spoke with fear; why? Qvasir raised a brow, quirked at her demure attitude. What did this mean...the words beneath her tongue, spoken like an gospel prayer. A confession booth.

Your rank, chica, he would huff, finding himself..frustrated. Though he was not of noble blood, he could certainly act like a dick. A pompous ass that needed to be humbled. He reveled in his own emotions, reeling backward to the chagrin he needed.

And your name, if you please.