Narrowing her eyes she went to look for the shape, drawing an apple from... somewhere. It was half fresh and crisp looking and half rotten and wormy. She held it like one might hold a rock they intended to use as a weapon as she investigated. The castle would wait. She had a minion to make squeal first.
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 05:52 (UTC)