Neverwinter Forest and I know that when the flood comes, honey,

There had been a time not so far into the past when Catamaran had traveled with a partner. They'd made decisions as equal, neither holding authority over the other. But that spirit of collaboration had melted away like candyfloss in the rain almost as soon as his brother peeled off.

He did not need her to answer him. He would move her in the coming days.

For now, the bounty hunter had run out of words. He shut his eyes and enjoyed her attentions a while longer, occasionally turning his head this way or that, or pinching his own teeth into her shoulder or her cheek. But, when her patience wore thin, Catamaran would allow her to escape once more.

He was tired, anyway.