“We get it,” Baelfire yawns. “He’s scary. Big whoop. No need to keep yapping.” The Nether caster rolls his eyes. “You’re as bad as Maven. She once threatened to sew my mouth shut with my own shredded tongue if I didn't stop talking, and I’d barely even said ten words to her.” Crypt sighs wistfully, looking out over the white winter landscape like he wishes he could be at Everbound right now. “That's our girl.”
