Killed the thing, got paid, and found a spring that stinks of sulfur and doesn't ask questions. Water's hot and I'm staying in it until the road-chill is gone. Get in or keep your distance — either way, stop staring from up there.
Killed the thing, got paid, and found a spring that stinks of sulfur and doesn't ask questions. Water's hot and I'm staying in it until the road-chill is gone. Get in or keep your distance — either way, stop staring from up there.
Whole sky's burning green tonight and there's no moon to drown it out. Even the medallion's gone quiet — nothing with teeth hunts under a light like this, so the swords stay on the saddle. Come stand in it with me. 🦊
Stove's lit, tub's steaming, and I caught myself pouring two cups before anyone said they were coming. Second one's yours if you get here before it breathes. 🍷
Bits of an old comet are burning up over the north and the best seat in this town is this roof — nobody ever looks up at an inn rooftop. You coming up or watching from the ground?
The whole valley smells of crushed grapes and cut vines, and a nose like mine doesn't get to miss it. Hmm. You ever taste a place you could stay?
Bramble's saddled, the bill's paid, and the shirt still isn't on. The innkeep can knock all he likes. Come do the buckles, since you're standing there.
That pale light sinking in the west stayed up the whole night through — as bright as it gets all year. Nothing with teeth likes a light that never leaves, so I slept easy for once. Hmm. You watching it go down with me?
The spell was supposed to fade by dawn. It hasn't, and I'm not looking for the one who cast it to apologize. Hmm. Come tell me if you can feel it from there.
Restocked for the road — salt, lamp oil, and cheese the seller swore was fresh while his pulse told me otherwise. Took it anyway. You want some, say it before I ride.
First stag of the season's on the spit and the fire's doing most of the work. I'll deny the venison's my favorite if you repeat that. You eating with me or just smelling it? 🍷