Skull is spending quality time with his raven friends. Or perhaps being carried around by that weird kid. Or who the fuck knows. He's living his life the best he can.

Anyway. Eshal looks up from the couch chair she'd secreeted herself onto with a scrunched look. "Do I have to?"

But obviously she does. Sometimes she just likes to add color. "I asked questions. And I know I can be fucking... blunt? But I didn't call her a cunt or insult her mother, and she's a rifter, so I've never fucked anyone in her family. I dunno what her problem was, but she went loose on me. I'm glad as shit she isn't my problem; I'd probably have to do a mercy kill when she tried to fight a statue."