Lion Head Mesa glory & garbling

Machi dipped one of the tortoiseshells into the drink before tipping it back to drain completely. Hells, that's awful, he spluttered, coughing as the sap burned through him. Give me another would you, dear? The shell was pushed toward Jodai to refill while the dog passed his helping of the marrow across the hide in favor of the clams. I have not seen these since I left home, he commented quietly, cracking one open.

After we were assailed, Herod came to collect. The dog sighed, picking at yet another mollusk. He was not the one who broke my leg, that occurred during the initial attack, however, it was healing nicely until that bastard went and reinjured it, and now I'm sorry to say the pain grows worse by the day.

As Khusobek seemed hungrier than himself, half of the dog's serving of mutton was subtly slid across the hide as well. And what of you? I see you carry a few more adornments than last I remember.