Feb 6
“Leaves some soup out for you. loaded baked potato soup specifically”
The creatures that deliver these wills from elsewhere aren't nearly as savage as I've been told by many a well-thrashed hunter. Curious. Excuse the jaggedness, I tremble still, but it is a bewildering sight deserving of some permanence.
I digress. I know who it is from, Hunter. I wish I were in a position to do anything but thank you. Gracious, stubborn soul. You only get this because I cannot imagine a way things of the sort can "fall into the wrong hands."
Gods above, I should know no decadence.