Dragoncrest Cliffs negativity, we just dead it like d-con

daughters? val visibly shifted. he wished to ask in what way — the question died alone and unspoken on his lips.

invited to come along, he fell in easy step alongside mireille. she lead both the direction and the pace, silky ribbons of kelp shifting under each swinging step.

you are the second to ask after him. val spoke, his seemingly guarded tone shifting into something of a teasing nature. should i be worried, has he come to make you and chacal his harem?