Aurelle nodded her agreement.
The elf crunched into the cherimoya again as they walked, idly slipping another slither back into Lichen's mouth with the same nonchalantness of passing a dog scraps of chicken at the dinner table.
But, sure enough, as they neared Scorpio, the smell of the market and tavern began wafting in the air.
She was going to be dribbling again within the next five minutes for sure.

;;exit