Bonesplinter Ravine I need to listen good,

Qvasir would follow Reyna. Her name meant just as much as she had been: queen. A queendom is not what he expected to follow, a harem of disciples following a woman. But he'd go along with it.

For now, anyways.

Through the chasms he'd follow her. A dog on a leash, though if he'd wanted to, could easily snap with a brace of his sharp teeth. She could crack beneath his grip, like swatting a fly.

But he didn't let the thoughts fester. A new life was upon him, and he allowed the change.

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