
Chouwa pinched the bridge of her nose, wishing she hadn't gone sober. A bottle of whiskey would've cured the oncoming headache easily. Or at least allow her to forget for a few bells.
"S'if I don't already have issues at the Ossuary." She grumbled, setting the paper down. Finishing her tea, Chouwa gathered her things.
"Drybone's quite lovely this year anyroads."
"S'if I don't already have issues at the Ossuary." She grumbled, setting the paper down. Finishing her tea, Chouwa gathered her things.
"Drybone's quite lovely this year anyroads."