The blueberry haired lalafell wriggled closer to the griffin who cooed and chirped as he frowned at the distant sun. Western Coerthas had a habit of being cold but the lalafell still had to search. She was somewhere... hopefully. Not eaten. Not hurt. Hopefully. Some day soon Miss Grimsong would be sure to finish her business and he'd have the item that would avail the griffin and himself as she flew. Soon. Hopefully.
He rubbed his head a bit against the griffin's side before sighing and wrapping up the letter he'd finished. It would be off soon and would hopefully force the man's hand.
Frhanz'ir's family deserved something.
He rubbed his head a bit against the griffin's side before sighing and wrapping up the letter he'd finished. It would be off soon and would hopefully force the man's hand.
Frhanz'ir's family deserved something.