Sawtooth Spire You must've gone and put a spell on me

Approved of it? Why, Wylla relished in all bloody intent. She'd been ruthless enough in Grimnismal to chase a few wolves from their fold and that hadn't changed with age. She chuckled earnestly and exchanged a conspiratorial look with the young Sandraudiga male. It'd make a fine fur hat for your head, she told him, narrowly avoiding mentioning the nasty little cut that was probably still healing under his fur. It's a pity, I'd have loved her skull for a door knocker. A little macabre, maybe, but there you have it.

Honestly, though, what a fucking idiot. Snorting with laughter, the Eisen shook her head and led them down a narrow path that cut into a trench in the land. Thanks for lettin' me know she was crap. I might've actually been nice to her if not for you.