Here come’s trouble

Already the cogs in her sister’s mind were ticking over, and she felt some of the weight lift from her shoulders, despite the large creature treating her as his personal taxi. She was most familiar with Mortis, and while he was soft and fluffy like a cloud, he also had potential to be something harder if he had to. Aslatiel could have passed as an Archer if she were darker, and the other two she had only spotted from a distance. She allowed herself a wry chuckle. "They’re like Archers, but bigger fer th’ most part, an with a scarier set o’ weapons." It wouldn’t need much more explaining than that.

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