Tristan knew he shouldn’t. It was a stupid idea. It was a REALLY stupid idea....But it looked so...intriguing. Why was there a box sitting on a cliff like that? Was it treasure? Maybe it was food...
And that line of thought is the exact reason why any passing traveler would now find a very displeased Breton perched like a gangly vulture on a small ledge of rock. But they should rest assured, because this young wanderer is almost certainly not....
“I’m stuck. Fan-fuckin-tastic...”
Well, then...Maybe the passing travelers shouldn’t rest assured.




















