
Dellen was on the verge of telling these new buddies of his that if making their merry way across the land meant also going down a mine and getting jumpscared by undead hiding in puddles⦠he was fucking out. But that comforting witch guy appeared, and so he decided to stick around for a wee bit longer. Maybe the witch could sic his goat on the⦠oh, the goat was already eating the salty undead… I guess you could say he was too ungu-late.













“0.1st level Time Thief.” Lolz. I used to call Charlie our little Sleep Assassin.
Babies. Whoduthunk.