“Sure, I’ll do it,” Saskia said, much to Eisbaer’s surprise and delight. No questions asked, no pussyfooting around, just a quick confirmation. She
“Want me to fuck her up,” Pickles said, bouncing his newly sharpened axe head in his paw. “Lemme axe you a question, Zel—pa-POW!” He
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Sitting around and watching was not ver idea of a good time, but Vallens knew ve were the only one fit for the task. Didn’
Sorrel hated lying, hated keeping secrets from people they grew to know as friends. People they would trust with their life, and vice versa. But
From her vantage point, the ceiling was an unreachable barrier. She was only a little taller than Vallens, but still much shorter than Saffron. It
Winter was a magical time, a time for introspection, feasts, good company, and a near endless stream of quests. Sorrel dined well and had more
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To say Eisbaer was smitten was to undermine her attraction to this mystery woman. All she had was a name and class: Tangerine in the
