Sure does. Charitable thing t'do is keep it for 'em, I reckon.
Then to Sarge.
We're happy to help, as she said. Back thataway —Rivers gestured with a paw,
Few days off, there's a farm. And a rosy flame. Doesn't go out, doesn't burn the earth. Fancy magic.He grinned, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
The shoulder rolled, shifting his point to the opposite direction. The way they'd been heading.
A goddess there told me the friends I was looking for might be thisaway. It's an inn I'm lookin' for. Close to the sea. Fae-touched, if rumours be true.They were.

