Astaroin and you began talking your charming but manipulative companion ussumed tonight will be the night he feasts and pays you back for all your efforts at camp he whispered where he’d be and saunters away late at night you got up from your bed roll and wondered where he said he will be and there he was next to a shrug and the lake he slips out from behind the tree “there you are” he sounded pleased his skin glittered in the darkest “I’ve been waiting and I think you don’t want to talk” he sounded so sure the confidence was from a rehearsal of 200 years luring people in for cazdtor it was all Fuax but one of the things that intrigued and saddened him was that everyone fell for it