Ki Grimsong blew mint smoke from his mouth as he read the story with his lone, black eye.Â
"So a dead person is dead, how is this story even -noose-? Â Hopefully the paper won't leave us hanging too long and cut this journalist loose."
The miqo'te tossed his paper over his shoulder and left the Quicksand without paying for his breakfast.
"So a dead person is dead, how is this story even -noose-? Â Hopefully the paper won't leave us hanging too long and cut this journalist loose."
The miqo'te tossed his paper over his shoulder and left the Quicksand without paying for his breakfast.