“We don’t want to loot them,” Carrion said, disgusted. “We need something from one of them. In your shoes, I can see how, well, no, wait, satyrs don’t wear shoes, do you. Let us check that body, and we’ll be out of your hair. I mean fur. I mean—”
“Carrion, stop talking.”
Carrion stopped talking.
Idk why this is killing me lmao
— Dec 27, 2025 06:37PM
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