Sawtooth Spire drittgeborener

Raucous, yes — but the gleaming star kept silent around the gargoyle. One could say that he was wary, the he shied away from those lavender, outlandish orbs that he saw through. As abrasive as he was, Astareus could not hep but ogle him with respect. What was that potent odor? It nipped at his thought, and the it was when he realized the carcass of some mountain specimen of fish. He ogled that as well with a peaked interest and full attention. His arse sitting, he patiently licked the two mongrel pilgrims feigning their belief in their God only to reap the reward.