It seems Cailan has taken a drumstick off an unsuspecting street vendor, which reminds me that a warning is probably warranted at this point in time. I generally do not encourage him, but if he does deem one of your belongings fit for my ownership, I shall endeavor to return it in a timely fashion.
WHO: Fenris and Solona Amell. WHAT: An Elf helping a wasted Warden to bed. WHERE: From the complex lobby to her room. WHEN: Saturday night, 20/05. WARNINGS: Spoilers, maybe? STATUS: Thread, incomplete.
You're welcome, because it was going to be one but the people at the place with the rest of the cats said they were bonded and there you go. Also, they have names. The black and white one is Stork and the other one is Fluffernutter and I think that suits.
I'm going to hug my dog, he thinks I've betrayed him.
I'm going to bite a finger off the next person that tries to pet me. Do I look like I want your grubby hands all over me? No. I don't. Take the hint humies.