Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191018052028/@comment-35042251-20191112235136

((@Galaxian No problemo 😎👍🏽))

Wind Weaver, who was still inside the bar sitting in a dark corner eavesdropping, finally stood up and asked in a quiet voice, “What did these mortals do to make you unleash a Stymphalian bird on them?” She twirled a snarled, filthy strand of hair around her fingers, a nervous habit she seemed to have recently picked up.