〔 SOLF J. KIMBLEE 〕 @alchemistofred // lover's grove ; lust.
—✕ █ ▌❝A hat?❞
Loghain can't say this is all too SURPRISING a sight, not with the way that they keep taking more and more from their prisoners. Unbreakable eye contact with marble eyes while his hand snakes up and tugs the object from an outstretched hand. The dolls still stare, UNBLINKINGLY upon his figure.
❝The owner of this thing better be GRATEFUL,❞ he mutters, tearing away from the doll with utter distate.
They're everywhere.
Loghain assumed that with a name like this, he'd find RESPITE. He supposes that compared to everywhere else, the grove is harmless, but he's uncertain as to whether that would remain or not. With hundreds of eyes upon the back of his neck, clawing hands, and deformed, sensual posturing, he feels as if he's interrupted something ... PRIVATE.
A man could grow LOST here quick. A sobering thought indeed as he returns to his journey, expression something akin to seriousness as he moves. ❝Find whomever owns this thing and head back out. Sounds EASY enough...❞
