SoupNazi
Guest
"Sancho is somewhere out there! You know, the mule that's been carrying all of your shit, without question, the mule that's lost an eye fighting off rabid, giant vultures when most of us were out of our minds with fear, and the trusty companion you got me to bring and lead into the lion's maw for your fancy trinkets and a revenge story."
Finn draws his sword from its scabbard and looks at the bloody tracks. He twirls the bastard sword in his wrist; determined.
"We owe the animal the loyalty of at least finding out about its demise, if we were unable to prevent it."
Finn draws his sword from its scabbard and looks at the bloody tracks. He twirls the bastard sword in his wrist; determined.
"We owe the animal the loyalty of at least finding out about its demise, if we were unable to prevent it."