this lighthouse I built to guide my feet has burned out and I forgot where I'm going
The Feverlands was easily accessible by boat - and her conversation with Melita got Raza thinkin’ a bit. She ain’t the real explorin’ type, but there is a world outside Torchline. She could live her whole life there, or she could try and see a bit ‘a the world before war tears it to bits.
At least it ain’t cold here. Well, not terribly. The proprietress is still wrapped up in a a full layer as she wanders around the swamp, takin’ liberal swigs from a flask and idly munchin’ her way through some of the feasts’ treats. Though she has no lantern this year, she still pays homage to those that hang, walkin’ quietly by an’ admirin’ the handiwork - or lack thereof in some cases.
At least it ain’t cold here. Well, not terribly. The proprietress is still wrapped up in a a full layer as she wanders around the swamp, takin’ liberal swigs from a flask and idly munchin’ her way through some of the feasts’ treats. Though she has no lantern this year, she still pays homage to those that hang, walkin’ quietly by an’ admirin’ the handiwork - or lack thereof in some cases.
RAZA
