Barrow Fields and though half-blind with ravening

a budding sense of comradeship was growing in caiaphas too - after all, what united two souls like spitefully pissing on the marks of your mutual enemy?

she hoisted herself up, nodding at the sage words given by the mint-eyed wych. at some point when they were not cackling over the careful demise of their adversary’s efforts, caiaphas vowed to make the effort to learn more of this compelling creature.

balance.. and lots of piss. the saltbeaten crone threw her head back in a cackle, her bladder well-emptied of its contents. they would go a little longer marking the borders this way -- and then, ever industrial, caiaphas would turn for the grotto to designate spots for their burgeoning caches.