“Don’t fret, Grei, I’ll volunteer,” Llew says cheerfully. “But only after it finishes the job.”
“GodsDAMNit, Llew,” Tybalt mutters, moving to burn off the Blight-ridden grass.
The Green Man flinches at the fire, but communicates with the unicorn, who nickers & approaches a tree.
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add a skeleton here at some point
4 days ago
