“Shh… We’re not allowed to talk—at all. But I gotta ask… you think you could get me outta here? I’m kinda over this.”Read more
The shepherds of Felden tend to their mountain rams in the harshest of elements. They are, of necessity, stalwart and strong, able to wrestle even the largest ram to the ground with ease.
“No, no, no, you fool. I smell of pamplemousse and rose. You smell of dung and bad decisions.”Read more