Dragoncrest Cliffs eyes heavy but it's time to grind

Verx laughed at her joke, though quickly wincing at the sting of the herbs. Girl, if my shoulder just. . .falls off, I'm coming after you, he shot back, his face caught between a grin and a grimace. Because whatever herbs you gave me have me trippin'. Just a slab of meat--thud. On the ground. Some fucked up shit, right there.

You're Rose, right? the guardian asked, blinking at her, a little distracted from the pain. I'm, uh, Vercingetorix. I dunno if we've met yet. You can just. . .call me Verx. Or whatever. Anything you want, really. Something nice, hopefully. Up to her, though.