He isn’t sure what to expect when he asks about Torchline and the answer he gets pulls a laugh from him. “I think I might have been there, or somewhere near there. Called out by a damned, giant, flightless chicken, of all things. Some magical beast I’ve never seen the like of.” He shook his head, remembering stumbling through a portal onto sand, surrounded by other people trying desperately to help it fly. “Definitely noted the heat, sun, and ocean. I don’t think I landed in the right area for lawlessness, though.” There’s still laughter in his eyes as he took a drink from his glass. No, he wouldn’t have called that excursion ‘lawless’. More like ‘absolute fucking chaos’.
A thought occurs to him that has one brow arching high. “That doesn’t happen to often, does it? Fuckin’ creatures of the fae wilds forcin’ you to help them?”
A thought occurs to him that has one brow arching high. “That doesn’t happen to often, does it? Fuckin’ creatures of the fae wilds forcin’ you to help them?”
