yoonona:
“I work for the fattest purse.”
“So you’d sell your...
“I work for the fattest purse.”
“So you’d sell your country to the Darkling for a little gold?”
“No, for a lot of gold,” he said blithely.
“I assure you, I don’t come cheap.”
Second Sturmhond fancasting! And dude. That fox has a bird in its mouth. Word.
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