Golden Moose

caiaphas batted her eyes as if innocent to kesik's accusations - as if she were some fair maiden incapable of ungodly horrors.

unfortunately, it was not so -- and she was deviously capable of all manner of terrors. terrors not even kesik's cute visage could quell. she smiled her bland smile, its effulgence lacking genuine clarity -- it was a smile a skull would bear. "okay, i can do that." she answered calmly. in the disposed manner of a cretin she crossed one angular paw over the other and peered down at him atop her rotted log.

"where does she live, so i know to avoid her?"