I thought everyone agreed years ago to leave the miasma on the shithole that are the dungeons to rot, since it clearly is not a productive artifact for humanity. But here we are.

Packing opium into his pipe this time, he's feeling like ignoring whatever stupid thing the others are planning to do.

Oh gods, they found the miasma.

Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ 𝕮𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖍𝖎𝖛𝖊, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴍᴇ!

𝙏𝙤𝙠𝙮𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙... ...𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.

Sometimes you learn that stupidity is an infinite resource.

⠀⠀ ⠀ ─ ๋࣭ ✦.` ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ 、     ⠀  𝕷𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒 ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ 𝕯𝑼𝑺𝑻 、 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀  ⠀⠀ɪᴛ`s ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ     ⠀ ⠀ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ 𝕾𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 ; sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ 𝕯𝑼𝑺𝑻 . ​ 

Looking at the moon longingly before sighing. (💭 “I will keep looking for you, even if it takes me centuries.”)

“How nice ... Except for the contestants.”

Oh hey, seems the moon wants to say hi.

Re-doing his braids now. It will take a while.

“Still, I find that one has to find the beauty in this kinds of situations.”

He's making clay figures ... Although it's just dirt and water. He still can make them move.

// sinus rinsing doing more for me than like, idk most of the meds i've been taking for my cold

Plus no one can complain about not telling the truth if they don't ask for it specifically.

He ... Admitely is on the shops looking at what fancy trinkets catch his eye. New ones in his collection sound really nice!

Well yes, he's the sun

// hear me out Am'Ra being the good of wisdom and order, physically is unable to lie, he can only tell half truths or change topics

He however, can tell half truths!

He can tell half truths

He cannot lie ... At all.

Maybe gender is whatever is funny for the bit.

Turns out, there is still a small group of people who worship the sun.

Now, he is on the basement of the church, looking over a bunch of chains holding something. Clearly a bit annoyed.

Just looking ... Stareeeee. Before just flying away.

A hawk is looking at the deity.

“I see.” He pulled on his sleeves, trying to accomodate his shirt, it was getting uncomfortable for his feathers. “Although magic is complicated here, some have knowledge ... A lot of it.”

“The moon often can see what's on the mind, where the heart is, where the soul is, can see the darkness on the people, the stories of him are ... Something.” He looks at him. “Interested in his sigil?”

“I don't like him either, but oh well.” He listened to him while stretching, masked eyes looking at him. “The mind is a fascinating thing. Territory of the moon.” oh how he missed his moon.

“Maybe you have a connection with this world that he can see, cats are often told to be walking between the paranormal and normal world.” He pulls out a Rher skin bible. “You might want to read this, it can respond some questions.”

“We only have moldy bread and a blue plant.”

He takes a baggie of catnip balls out of his poncho, and gives it to him. “That cat must really like you then huh.”

“And who said I was good at it, I just drink.” Stretching after his slumber. “Do you need anything?”

Well, he's going to check on his apprentice, hopefully she's still under the binds.

“Might as well.” He downs it in one go, feels pretty nice. Fresh ...

“Huh ...” He smells it first to see if it's not poisoned ... He's not that stupid.

“I won't say I'll never drink again, because that would be a lie ...”

He woke up with a hangover.

And he's pretending still to not be hearing.

(💭 “I may be too old for this talks.”)

He was existing as a hawk, just spying on people in tree branches.

Eating from a body .... It's not very good, but he rather not hunt and just scavenge.