▒▓█————⌠۞⌡Sʜᴇᴇʀ ʙᴀғғʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴜsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ were the only response to such puerile inquiries, their entirety having been b o r n of a mouth whose lips dared to QUIVER in the wake of imminent power [ not unlike that of his kin ] still holding ground despite knees becoming w e a k and frail— as the ground would soon
givein.❝You should be thankful, if anything.
You’re h a r d l y mutilated.❞
"Is that a yes?“ he dared ask. Could one blame him? The warlock could not accept the finality of it. He had expected himself to go out differently. Honorably. Not by some backwoods hunter with a machete in the middle of the night. Since the damage was easier to mend than a mauling by a hungry beast, the warlock saw the question valid and the idea plausible.
