Mar 29, 2018
tacticallis
“Dearest Narsus,” Shagad snickers as he pauses there. His arms folding over across his chest, “...it appears you’ve lost your touch. Before, we used to be around beautiful women around our age and, you’ve stooped to wed a tribal woman. I hadn’t thought younger women were your type, or had you changed since our last meeting?”
He was only teasing, “or do you not fancy the likes of me?”