Loving a Selfish Lycan
In the meantime I confirmed how my pack will help with the needs of the warriors around the village so they could focus more on battle tactics.
The man, named Bulbous, seemed content with my answer, but it didn't show on his face. His nose was a round ball, one eye higher than the other, lips almost black against dirty skin. He wore no emotions and breathed heavy, almost like air was hard for him to swallow down.
"He is an ogre. Doesn't seem friendly, but probably the one species you could trust more than any other here. They don't bullshit or play games. Just hard brutal truths." Bolton updated me as a woman carried on about her kind, Basilisk, needing more herbs planted.
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