Chimera Fields pathetique

Ye really should leave the singing to me. Belharra teased, coming to a stop near Asmodeus. His voice called to mind a vision of an otter being crushed by a fallen tree. Nope, definitely leave the crooning to those who possess god blessed pipes. Her eyes followed his gaze to Neverwinter. What, was he pining? 

There’s something to be said for a full belly. She said in excuse, feeling the somber mood of the room. Wot’s got your tongue, cully?