Vixin sat uncomfortably in a serf tavern in some nameless village, scratching aimlessly at the fake beard that wrapped around his face and upper neck...
Jiriinii awoke when the alarms stopped. She had begun to get used to the shrill ringing and had went back to sleep only a few minutes after it started..
Vixin stood in the corner of his room watching the Flen dress. It was a strange, surreal experience. The man moved slowly and unsurely, as if he only ..
Kiinrin grew more and more worried as the day wore on and Jiriinii remained unconscious. For the first few hours, he had thought it was simply fatigue..