Hideaway Strath what's more wrong; that I too wish to be great

He pressed his lips together in a tight simulacrum of a smile, a barely there thing before it was gone away again.

At the current moment, I am unaware of if they are coming here. His hope was eventually they would converge here. That the witch’s valley hadn’t taken the life of his father as penance for perceived sins. His mood swirled dark like smoke as he thought of the valley of sin, and it’s shelter for witches.

But there was little to be done.

But they are doing well. If you counted their family bonding of crippling a woman, that is.