Neverwinter Forest Balenciaga

imrathil's features seemed to lose their tension gradually, especially as she claimed she was just warming up. he delivered a rather skeptical look, of course all play as he did so -- but if tuya was warming up, she had an awfully loud way of showing it.

he shrugged as his laziness was pointed out -- he was a man who enjoyed sleeping, especially in the sun -- was he really at fault for that? he gave a sheepish grin, ready to chase off any more accusations lobbed his way. "oh, i definitely have the plague." imrathil feigned a weedy cough, giving her the most imploring look. "it can only be healed by the meat of porcupine. do you think you are warmed up enough, to help a poor, sick guy?"