Dragoncrest Cliffs so i'm surrounded

Well, that was certainly enthusiastic consent. But it was consent nonetheless, and she was just a sassy kid, after all. Not like she could really get him to fuck off in any real capacity. Still, he was grateful for the company and continued on with a nod, the two traveling in silence for a long while.

How're you doing? The query came so easily to mind. But platitudes seemed so hokey these days, and Opalia had to deal with double the sympathy because of her mother. So he remained quiet until she chose to spoke, gaze instead raking over the landscape, looking for something to break the monotony of the patrol.

Something. Anything. Flaming meteor. Please dear god.