It was kind of unexpected that Wyll of all people would take to wearing such a remarkably scandalous piece of clothing. And yet, here he stood, tugging at the Wavemother's Robe as if to simply make it a bit more comfortable.

It was doing a lot, showing off the fiendish ridges on his skin, his tail peeking out just over the slit in the back. Wyll seemed to know it too.

The Babe of Frontiers, indeed.