William is currently heaving a young man's lifeless body back to the Red Plate. He hums to himself, his hands and mouth coated in crimson. His shirt is stained through. Another horrible messy kill.
The tiny black goat is sleeping in the reeds besides the lake, it's tiny head curled against its stomach as it snoozes, oblivious to the world around it.
With a noise like cracking wood, Sytosc becomes visible, sitting on a nearby stump. He 'tsks' at William. "You're hardly presentable. What if someone saw you like that?"
The Egregore floats over and around the goat, forming a black sky with orange stars and moons, looking almost like glow-in-the-dark stickers on the ceiling of a child's bedroom.
Aryon slides another empty mug across the counter of the bar and lets out a hissing belch. "Whew....they make a mighty fine ale here at this Lord's Rest Inn...." He says as he stretches his arms above his head.
William is currently heaving a young man's lifeless body back to the Red Plate. He hums to himself, his hands and mouth coated in crimson. His shirt is stained through. Another horrible messy kill.
The tiny black goat is sleeping in the reeds besides the lake, it's tiny head curled against its stomach as it snoozes, oblivious to the world around it.
With a noise like cracking wood, Sytosc becomes visible, sitting on a nearby stump. He 'tsks' at William. "You're hardly presentable. What if someone saw you like that?"
The Egregore floats over and around the goat, forming a black sky with orange stars and moons, looking almost like glow-in-the-dark stickers on the ceiling of a child's bedroom.
He smiles "Perhaps you are right. He was harder to take care of than what I thought." He chuckles.
The goat blinks it's tiny golden eyes open, looking up.
Aryon slides another empty mug across the counter of the bar and lets out a hissing belch. "Whew....they make a mighty fine ale here at this Lord's Rest Inn...." He says as he stretches his arms above his head.
*Ack, I don't know who to RP with.*
*There was a tiefling with a pack of dogs? LOL But then I think I missed responding before night night. I'm good with whatever.*
*Ah yes.*
The Tiefling is trying, at the moment, to wrangle her dogs outside.
Aryon slides another empty mug across the counter of the bar and lets out a hissing belch. "Whew....they make a mighty fine ale here at this Lord's Rest Inn...." He says as he stretches his arms above his head.
*Ack, I don't know who to RP with.*
*There was a tiefling with a pack of dogs? LOL But then I think I missed responding before night night. I'm good with whatever.*
*Ah yes.*
The Tiefling is trying, at the moment, to wrangle her dogs outside.
Since he's between drinks and hasn't found anyone else to converse with, Aryon looks over his shoulder to the door and steps out to get some fresh air. There he spots his friend from the night before....or at least the first person to speak with him. "Hey, need a hand?" He hollers over.
She looks up, holding a squirming puppy. "Heh, thanks. Usually my husband helps me with them." She said.
William is currently heaving a young man's lifeless body back to the Red Plate. He hums to himself, his hands and mouth coated in crimson. His shirt is stained through. Another horrible messy kill.
The tiny black goat is sleeping in the reeds besides the lake, it's tiny head curled against its stomach as it snoozes, oblivious to the world around it.
With a noise like cracking wood, Sytosc becomes visible, sitting on a nearby stump. He 'tsks' at William. "You're hardly presentable. What if someone saw you like that?"
The Egregore floats over and around the goat, forming a black sky with orange stars and moons, looking almost like glow-in-the-dark stickers on the ceiling of a child's bedroom.
He smiles "Perhaps you are right. He was harder to take care of than what I thought." He chuckles.
The goat blinks it's tiny golden eyes open, looking up.
Sytosc looks through his briefcase. "I have an extra handkerchief in here. As far as this dimension is concerned, it will remain clean nigh-infinitely."
Aryon slides another empty mug across the counter of the bar and lets out a hissing belch. "Whew....they make a mighty fine ale here at this Lord's Rest Inn...." He says as he stretches his arms above his head.
*Ack, I don't know who to RP with.*
*There was a tiefling with a pack of dogs? LOL But then I think I missed responding before night night. I'm good with whatever.*
*Ah yes.*
The Tiefling is trying, at the moment, to wrangle her dogs outside.
Since he's between drinks and hasn't found anyone else to converse with, Aryon looks over his shoulder to the door and steps out to get some fresh air. There he spots his friend from the night before....or at least the first person to speak with him. "Hey, need a hand?" He hollers over.
She looks up, holding a squirming puppy. "Heh, thanks. Usually my husband helps me with them." She said.
With a nod, he steps out and sets about trying to get a handle on where the critters are all running about and what they're up to. "I'm happy to lend a hand....where are we trying to get all these little fur-babies anyway?"
William is currently heaving a young man's lifeless body back to the Red Plate. He hums to himself, his hands and mouth coated in crimson. His shirt is stained through. Another horrible messy kill.
The tiny black goat is sleeping in the reeds besides the lake, it's tiny head curled against its stomach as it snoozes, oblivious to the world around it.
With a noise like cracking wood, Sytosc becomes visible, sitting on a nearby stump. He 'tsks' at William. "You're hardly presentable. What if someone saw you like that?"
The Egregore floats over and around the goat, forming a black sky with orange stars and moons, looking almost like glow-in-the-dark stickers on the ceiling of a child's bedroom.
He smiles "Perhaps you are right. He was harder to take care of than what I thought." He chuckles.
The goat blinks it's tiny golden eyes open, looking up.
Sytosc looks through his briefcase. "I have an extra handkerchief in here. As far as this dimension is concerned, it will remain clean nigh-infinitely."
"Shhh... sleep, Donn. You deserve it."
William chuckles and elbows open the backdoor to his kitchen. "You don't need to help, I don't want anything getting connected to you."
Aryon slides another empty mug across the counter of the bar and lets out a hissing belch. "Whew....they make a mighty fine ale here at this Lord's Rest Inn...." He says as he stretches his arms above his head.
*Ack, I don't know who to RP with.*
*There was a tiefling with a pack of dogs? LOL But then I think I missed responding before night night. I'm good with whatever.*
*Ah yes.*
The Tiefling is trying, at the moment, to wrangle her dogs outside.
Since he's between drinks and hasn't found anyone else to converse with, Aryon looks over his shoulder to the door and steps out to get some fresh air. There he spots his friend from the night before....or at least the first person to speak with him. "Hey, need a hand?" He hollers over.
She looks up, holding a squirming puppy. "Heh, thanks. Usually my husband helps me with them." She said.
With a nod, he steps out and sets about trying to get a handle on where the critters are all running about and what they're up to. "I'm happy to lend a hand....where are we trying to get all these little fur-babies anyway?"
"Bathroom for the day." She chuckles.
"A daily walk....how many dogs do you have?" He asks with a chuckle as one of the dogs scurries by.
He smiles "Perhaps you are right. He was harder to take care of than what I thought." He chuckles.
The goat blinks it's tiny golden eyes open, looking up.
Sytosc looks through his briefcase. "I have an extra handkerchief in here. As far as this dimension is concerned, it will remain clean nigh-infinitely."
"Shhh... sleep, Donn. You deserve it."
William chuckles and elbows open the backdoor to his kitchen. "You don't need to help, I don't want anything getting connected to you."
It bleats quietly, looking up with glinting eyes.
Sytosc gives one of his rare smiles. "What are you so afraid of?"
The shadows gently press down on the goat, as if in a hug.
He smiles "Perhaps you are right. He was harder to take care of than what I thought." He chuckles.
The goat blinks it's tiny golden eyes open, looking up.
Sytosc looks through his briefcase. "I have an extra handkerchief in here. As far as this dimension is concerned, it will remain clean nigh-infinitely."
"Shhh... sleep, Donn. You deserve it."
William chuckles and elbows open the backdoor to his kitchen. "You don't need to help, I don't want anything getting connected to you."
It bleats quietly, looking up with glinting eyes.
Sytosc gives one of his rare smiles. "What are you so afraid of?"
The shadows gently press down on the goat, as if in a hug.
"Others getting hurt then the ones I intend to hurt." He said and tilted his head to the side "My cold dead heart does still beat."
It makes a small noise, it's eyes closing happily. It nuzzles into the them, flopping on their lap.
Aryon slides another empty mug across the counter of the bar and lets out a hissing belch. "Whew....they make a mighty fine ale here at this Lord's Rest Inn...." He says as he stretches his arms above his head.
*Ack, I don't know who to RP with.*
*There was a tiefling with a pack of dogs? LOL But then I think I missed responding before night night. I'm good with whatever.*
*Ah yes.*
The Tiefling is trying, at the moment, to wrangle her dogs outside.
Since he's between drinks and hasn't found anyone else to converse with, Aryon looks over his shoulder to the door and steps out to get some fresh air. There he spots his friend from the night before....or at least the first person to speak with him. "Hey, need a hand?" He hollers over.
She looks up, holding a squirming puppy. "Heh, thanks. Usually my husband helps me with them." She said.
With a nod, he steps out and sets about trying to get a handle on where the critters are all running about and what they're up to. "I'm happy to lend a hand....where are we trying to get all these little fur-babies anyway?"
"Bathroom for the day." She chuckles.
"A daily walk....how many dogs do you have?" He asks with a chuckle as one of the dogs scurries by.
"Bout.. enough to pull two sleds. Around 23."
Blinks in disbelief. "Are they....for sleds?"
"Sled dogs, yep. They usually are working out in Icewind Dale, where I live."
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*Hey, did you know there's a type of butcher's knife called a scimitar that looks like a sword? I didn't.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*(goes to order ten)*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
With a noise like cracking wood, Sytosc becomes visible, sitting on a nearby stump. He 'tsks' at William. "You're hardly presentable. What if someone saw you like that?"
The Egregore floats over and around the goat, forming a black sky with orange stars and moons, looking almost like glow-in-the-dark stickers on the ceiling of a child's bedroom.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ack, I don't know who to RP with.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He smiles "Perhaps you are right. He was harder to take care of than what I thought." He chuckles.
The goat blinks it's tiny golden eyes open, looking up.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Ah yes.*
The Tiefling is trying, at the moment, to wrangle her dogs outside.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She looks up, holding a squirming puppy. "Heh, thanks. Usually my husband helps me with them." She said.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Sytosc looks through his briefcase. "I have an extra handkerchief in here. As far as this dimension is concerned, it will remain clean nigh-infinitely."
"Shhh... sleep, Donn. You deserve it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Bathroom for the day." She chuckles.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
William chuckles and elbows open the backdoor to his kitchen. "You don't need to help, I don't want anything getting connected to you."
It bleats quietly, looking up with glinting eyes.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Bout.. enough to pull two sleds. Around 23."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Sytosc gives one of his rare smiles. "What are you so afraid of?"
The shadows gently press down on the goat, as if in a hug.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Others getting hurt then the ones I intend to hurt." He said and tilted his head to the side "My cold dead heart does still beat."
It makes a small noise, it's eyes closing happily. It nuzzles into the them, flopping on their lap.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Sled dogs, yep. They usually are working out in Icewind Dale, where I live."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘