On the road again. Odra was riding on Garl’s shoulders, Dullahan was mashing up bugs in this lidded cup while rambling onto the disgusted Sylvia about the protein benefits of crickets, and Garl was in a pleasant mood after having a one night stand with a literal goddamn queen. Lucky bastard. Granted, it was probably a bit too kinky for his typical tastes, but you do not miss the chance to bone royalty. Never.
“So, whatcha wanna do when we get home?” Odra asked, propping her arms up on Garl’s head.
“Sleep. Get drunk. Head to Fit For Kings,” Garl said.
Sylvia grimaced. “Gross.”
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