Blackfeather Woods Scream so loud, gettin’ fuckin’ laid

He listens to her unfortunate story. How many lost their home. The land: cursed, angry. He wonders what brought that about. He knows not of the past that surrounds these lands and if Santi is honest, he doesn’t care much. 

So he shrugs, his interest for the timid and scared woman gone. She’s no fun. Just like most he meets. Too scared to do anything, to meek to try. 

“That’s unfortunate, cariña. I’m sure you’re glad to hear that I’ll be gone soon.” He purrs with disinterest. “Adios amiga. Have fun with your stolen home.” He teases as he turns his back to her, knowing she doesn’t have enough balls to do anything.