Neverwinter Forest Bring me margaritas

Ah fuck, this was actually important. Now he couldn’t tell Mal to fuck off for like... the sixteenth time.

Cupid groaned when the info dump was over. There’s never a dull moment here is there? As if there wasn’t enough on his plate already. Now there’s another dangerous group to protect his son from. Or was it the same one as last time? Who fucking knows.

I’ll talk to him. Cupid began to walk past him. He wanted a reason to get up and do something and here it is. He wasn’t going to spend another moment looking at Mal.