and the only solution was to stand and fight
Anything eventually becoming a weapon intrigued him, and the snares of curiosity unfurled immediately on the denizens of his arched brow. His movements, other than jostling the bag down upon the ground so it didn’t hang over his shoulder constantly, secured the notions of his inquisition, peering over one of the pots. “Sure.” He granted another polite nod to the blacksmith; always content with any of their work, before his mind meandered over the possibilities.
The other answer was sufficient; he hadn’t been certain if any other bakeries had come to the forefront after so much time. “We hunted down some vampire gourds over by the Glade,” by way of explanation, a shrug flickering through. “The possessed variant are interesting though.”
The other answer was sufficient; he hadn’t been certain if any other bakeries had come to the forefront after so much time. “We hunted down some vampire gourds over by the Glade,” by way of explanation, a shrug flickering through. “The possessed variant are interesting though.”
DEIMOS
